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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.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Reposting this in honor of my Mother. Today would have been her 91st birthday.
Happy birthday Mom. 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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Thank you.
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You are very welcome! Sweet and tender about your Mom. I bet my friend is showing her the best fishing hole and they are fishing together! 🙂
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How wonderful!
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🙂
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An amazing tribute to your mother. God Bless.
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Thank you Beckie.
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Such a beautiful testament to your Mother.
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Thank you V.J. She was an amazing woman.
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…who had an amazing daughter. You’re welcome.
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Thank you. Blushing.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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So Happy to share this, Linda!!
xoxo
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