The Party at Coye's: Coye Jo Daniel
The Party at Coye's: Coye Jo Daniel
Each day someone has touched my heart with a word or a hug to give me a little something to fill this empty spot. I know that it isn't really empty because our mother is still there. Here is a little poem from a card that came to remind me of that today.
"As children, we can't comprehend or fully realize the meaning of our mother's love, how tender and how wise, the patience and forgiveness that are part of every day, the unexpected 'little things' she does in her own way. Years go by before we can look back on life and see through older eyes and wiser hearts her love and loyaty, and yet it's these and other special things we'll hold so dear; for memories of her steadfast love will keep her ever near.
Rest easy Mother. You did your part.
Love,
Gaie
Each day someone has touched my heart with a word or a hug to give me a little something to fill this empty spot. I know that it isn't really empty because our mother is still there. Here is a little poem from a card that came to remind me of that today.
"As children, we can't comprehend or fully realize the meaning of our mother's love, how tender and how wise, the patience and forgiveness that are part of every day, the unexpected 'little things' she does in her own way. Years go by before we can look back on life and see through older eyes and wiser hearts her love and loyaty, and yet it's these and other special things we'll hold so dear; for memories of her steadfast love will keep her ever near.
Rest easy Mother. You did your part.
Love,
Gaie
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