REMEMBERING MY MOTHER

When my mother Rolande passed away, it was the saddest day in my life and yet I then knew what it meant when one says; You must love someone enough to be able to let them go. I let her go that day, but her spirit and the love I have for her never die, for I carry them in my heart forever...

My mother was a very discreet, gentle and loving woman. Her greatest passions were her family, her garden, music and literature. Those passions were passed on to me as I grew up and I am so appreciative, for I consider these to be a most precious heritage to me. Her unconditional love and her wisdom are my references in life and without them, I truly believe I would not be who I am today.

The midi playing on this page is a song, "A la claire fontaine" that she sang to me as a child and it warms my heart, for I remember her singing it to me and when I close my eyes, I go back there and I am in her arms again. Maman, j'espère que tu es bien, là où tu es et que tu me regardes avec fierté. Comme la chanson le dit si bien, il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai...

I've written and dedicate this poem to my beautiful mother Rolande.

Mothers are the most beautiful women
Their souls having loved with such nobleness
And hearts that love unconditionally
and with such tenderness
Love so consumed by
Countless nights of watching over and worrying.
Their eyes haunted by past memories,
lit by fire and passion.

Mothers are the most beautiful women
Their souls having loved with such nobleness
And hearts that love unconditionally
and with such tenderness
Forever as daughters,
we remain their little girls
Our hearts, sweetly scented by their love
Like a sunlit garden.

Yes, mothers are the most beautiful women.

~WindRider©~ Poetry Copyright 1999

Updated June 2002
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