The Gift

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She picked up the book
and placed it back on the shelf
when she saw the price.
But…then she thought of her daughter
to send her this treasure, would be a delight.
She lovingly touched the glossy roses
she’d wanted this kind of book for ages.
She pictured her daughter’s garden, then
she paid the price and mailed the pages.
As she weeded her own, she softly smiled
imagining the distant flowers in full-bloom
and she thought of her daughter all the while.
Little did she see that the greatest gift
she’d sent was the bloom of her love
carried on the petals of a book
delivered by the sliver of a mid-summer’s moon.
To give her child what she herself desired
seemed to be the mother’s greatest pleasure.
God made this woman quite special
and then He doubled it twice over
beyond her daughter’s measure.
by Jeanne Marie

14 thoughts on “The Gift”

  1. A most appropriate memorial to a mother… a daughter… relationships that sustain us through life. Really beautiful lines!

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  2. It is so true, isn’t it? We give to them the things we love. For me it is to my son, so a bit different but still there. I did the same with my Mom. I lost her in 2010.

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    1. Yes, that’s how moms are. I have two girls and a son, plus 13 grandbabies and a great grandbaby, LOL. Sorry you lost your mom too. I feel like my mom is still watching over me. She was my first reader and my biggest fan. I still feel her presence everywhere.

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  3. Love this and especially how you depicted a true love a mother has…”she’d sent was the bloom of her love
    carried on the petals of a book
    delivered by the sliver of a mid-summer’s moon.” just beautiful for any mom to read:)

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      1. Oh I AM sorry for your loss; grief is such different journey because the view changes and lightens over time but it never leaves. Wishing you nice thoughts about her today. Blessings

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