“My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.”– Sharon Doubiago
My mother, Lorraine, from a few years ago. Peaches and Brandy are the lap dogs.
Just warm thoughts of happiness, and hopes for recovery, from across the miles, that go out to my mother who is back in the hospital.
Love you, Mom.
Eric
Eric, hoping and praying for your mom today. I know the feeling of being far away when Mom was in the hospital. My mom had a poodle named Peaches also…
Thanks. It’s been a rough go for her.