Thinking of my mom today, on her birthday.
She was about 20 years old here.
Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
She was a beauty. And I see the resemblance.
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There's a lot of your Mom in you. Memories.....
ReplyDeleteYes, the resemblance is there for sure. Have some pleasant memories today.
ReplyDeleteA lovely lovely lady; and so young looking. Of course 20 is just that.
ReplyDeleteTaken to heart, the special words you left on my blog. Thank you.
What a wonderful photo. I'm sure you cherish the memories.
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I can see bits of you in her features. I hope fond memories of her have circulated through your mind and heart today.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the darn cutest snap ever!
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