In memory of Beth Flynn, my mother-in-law, who taught me much about baking, loving, and life.
It’s snowing again today,
this day that would have been
your 77th birthday.
The weatherman said, “Just a dusting,”
like the recipe
for your favorite chocolate cookies,
sprinkled with confectioner’s sugar.
I would have baked these for you today in celebration.
Can you see the snowflakes?
Feel their icy touch on your nose?
Or are you part of them?
Your soul mixed in their lacy crystals,
blanketing me once more with your love.
© Catherine Flynn, 2015
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This is beautiful, Catherine!
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“Your soul mixed in their lacy crystals.” Beautiful. I feel the sadness, yet the peace. Blessings to you, my friend.
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Love the line – “just a dusting.” What a beautiful tribute.
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Catherine,
I’m speechless. Your poem says so much about your mother-in-law, your love for her, and the place she holds in your heart.
“Your soul mixed in their lacy crystals,
blanketing me once more with your love.”
Cathy
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Just beautiful, Catherine!
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Oh, Catherine, what a tribute to your mother in law! I, too, learned a lot about love, life and baking from MY mother in law. Miss her ever day. Thank you for this “dusting.” xo
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“blanketing me once more with your love”-so loving from you, too, Catherine.
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You’ve given me chills, Catherine. The good kind. Beautiful!
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Your poem is so heartfelt that it makes me miss her too, Catherine. I’m sorry for your loss.
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**tears**
You have captured the sadness of all loss inside this poem about a particular loss.
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Love this, my friend!
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