Mae Ellen Morris/caywood memorial

~ Memorial for my mother~

I have often turned and looked at myself through a store window. And every once in a while I am shocked to see a woman looking back that reminds me of my mother.

I have posted the last chapter of my book about her on the next page. It tells about the last few hours of her life and how she was killed.

~GRIEF~

Grief
so
deep,
that it makes this tight hurting in my chest,
I feel alone with it...
Grief
so
deep,
that my subconscious is immersed in tears,
I feel alone with it...
Grief
so
deep,
that it makes me feel a hundred years old,
I feel alone with it...
Grief
so
deep,
that only I can know it so intimately,
I feel alone with it...
Grief
so
deep,
that I believe will always be there,
so alone with me...
Grief
so
deep,
that I know I can not handle it,
without You, God...
By Dorothy Caywood/McEntire
To read about my mother just click onto the "Next" graphic, or "ENTER" link below.
Thank you for sharing in my sorrow...

ENTER

My first memorial award.
I am so proud of it.
Thank you Sherre.

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