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The Lake

She walks with angels on a misty shore.
The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.
As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.
At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.
Its powerful leap sends echoing waves to the lake’s sandy edge. As they lap,lap,lap and caress her bare feet, she looks at the angels, her eyes aglow with a far off memory.
“I caught the biggest fish of my life right here. “
They laugh, “We know. Your joy soared all the way to heaven. God walked around with the biggest smile on his face all day long.”

Mother dear, now gone
you were my port,
my shelter in life’s storm.


At times, I stumble and fall
and there you are
cradling me again in your sweet arms.


Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Today would have been my mother’s 89th birthday. Happy birthday Mom. I love you.  I hope there are fishing poles and lakes in heaven and you are teaching the angels how to set a hook!

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