My precious mother when she was young
I know you thought you were finished raising your family when Jana and I came along. You were forty one years old when I arrived and you had already given birth to five other children, one just two years earlier. You even had a grandchild by then. One would think that you wouldn’t have had enough love left over to give me, but oh, how much you did love me.
My first memory of you is being in your arms as you hummed and rocked me to sleep. You held me in your arms even after I got older because you knew how much I loved being there.
I did love it when your arms were around me. I remember the feel of your arms – your smell – the sound of your soft songs – the rhythm of the rocking chair.
Most of all, I remember how much love I felt. Thank you, my sweet Mimmie. I miss you.