When I was a little girl my mother read to me from a big, heavy book of poetry. I had my favorites, and Mom seemed to never tire of reading to me. This was the book.
When I was four years old I had appendicitis and that really upset my mother. She brought this book to the hospital and when I was awake she would read to me. When I got home I would climb in her lap and sit and she read.
I was telling my sister the stories of Mom and Me and when I look back this one book of poetry and Mom reading are some of the very best memories that I have of her.
When I opened my Christmas presents from my sister, she had been able to find Mom’s book, and she gave it to me!
I looked upon the pages and suddenly I could hear Mom’s voice as she read those precious poems! I’ve been missing Mom this Christmas and Melodie’s thoughtfulness made this holiday that much easier!
Thank you, Mel!