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Happy Birthday Dear Mother

I close my eyes for one second and suddenly I'm home again, next to you and dad You were born on Christmas Eve, just like the babe of Bethlehem ... Laughter peels the faded kitchen paper as you pull out a tin pan full of hot steaming lasagna "Get the birthday cake from the garage, Vienna" is what you said to me, it came as no surprise, you knew all the hiding places of our home and hearts. Happy Birthday dear mother. I miss you more than, the sun, moon, and stars * Today when I see what Christmas has become, I know the only way to recall it properly, is through your eyes. Little legs running down the stairs, dampness of cold brick, taste of fermented wine, feel of a silky cake box holding a dream, this is what I recall, this liquid memory is tighter than Fort Knox.

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Ink Empress

Date: 12/25/2023 10:01:00 PM

Dear sweet rose, i can imagine how hard it must be on some days, when loved ones are no longer with us, and their birthday is here too. A very heartfelt and soulful tribute this is for your mother, and i can feel the nostalgia and grief through your words too emanating in such a poetic manner. Sometimes we close our eyes and we feel connected to them, some dates can bring memories more strongly than the rest: sending you light always

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/26/2023 3:44:00 AM

Yes when I close my eyes for a few moments I am a child again and the light of yesterday pours over to today, please drop by my page for my last poem, love and friendship Always, Vie

Joe Dimino

Date: 12/25/2023 9:05:00 AM

Beautiful tribute to your mom -- I put some frozen lasagna, I made several weeks ago, in the fridge the other day, and it will be right for heating today. I know, the meaning of Christmas is under secular attack -- God and you are a majority. Blessings my friend. Merry Christmas. Buon Natale!!

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/26/2023 3:43:00 AM

No greater comfort than lasagna , lol foodie all the way here, love your comment, stay well my friend smiles :)

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 12/24/2023 3:57:00 PM

sorry you lost your mom on Christmas...that's hard. Christmas is already an emotional time but reliving memories and grief do tug on one's heart strings. I was sad when I read the bolded words at the end...a silky cake box, taste of fermented wine. Thanks for sharing your touching words today. My heart goes out to you....hugs, Sara

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/26/2023 3:42:00 AM

It was long ago but still the memories flourish each year at Christmas Sara, hope your Xmas was peaceful xo

Tom Cunningham

Date: 12/24/2023 6:32:00 AM

It's always quite an emotional time and you look back at Christmases past and remember those loved ones no longer with us. Tom

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/26/2023 3:42:00 AM

Yes Tom, Xmas can be a bitter sweet time of the year. thank God for memories, have a precious day love

Silent One

Date: 12/24/2023 6:16:00 AM

Such a touching and beautiful poem that takes the reader back to a time that was so special and intimate for you.. Tender nostalgic memories beautifully expressed in your poem... I hope you have a lovely day tomorrow.. Best wishes..

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/26/2023 3:42:00 AM

It was a quiet peaceful Xmas the only kind I can appreciate these days, we didn't get caught up in the hoopla of the season, thank God !

John Gondolf

Date: 12/24/2023 4:43:00 AM

Thank you for sharing these lovely memories of your mother, Vienna. This poem has special meaning for me since I lost my mother a couple months ago. It brings back some fond Christmas memories I have as well. Merry Christmas to you and your family. John

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/24/2023 4:45:00 AM

So sorry to hear this John. My heart goes out to you this time of year, but know as the years go by the heart mellows and remembers mostly the good, love and prayers , Vie