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BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES
Sun shining brightly –I scurry thru the
field to catch up with you,
My short legs running swiftly, my
treasure held in wee hands.
Purpose of our walk momentarily
forgotten as I stop to pick
Buttercups and daisies just for you
Mom. You delight in
The tangled bouquet as well as the one
to bestow it upon you.
Once again the floodgates of my
childhood memories release,
Frozen pictures –smells – flash – race
through my mind.
Precious memories –treasured moments
forever in my heart.
Bread/buns baking in your wood stove –
country kitchen.
Gardening, sewing, cooking, making
quilts, writing, farming.
In your organized way, hard jobs,
seemingly effortless.
How do simple words tell of your great
influence in my life?
Uneducated, you taught so much giving
selfless to family,
The church, to God, and your
community. Raised a farm girl,
Hard work the rule, a twin with two
sisters, loving parents,
Surviving country life on the harsh
Bruce Peninsula.
In faith, raised a family of five on a
farm in Tobermory.
Struggling for six years with cancer
before going home.
Yesterday I took buttercups and daisies
to your grave.
Driving by the farm, I can still smell
your homemade bread.
Wrote with deepest love and respect for
my Mom,
Mary Gertrude (Caudle) Spears
August 17th 2002
By Helen Margaret Burley
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