Mother Nature…Mother Nurture
The leaves of memory seemed to makeA mournful rustling in the dark.~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I am losing my mother in pieces. She is like an autumn tree: beautiful, colorful, and dying. The breeze of Alzheimer’s whispers through the branches while her memory drops off with the leaves. One day, when her tree is finally bare, I will hold a memory of her blooming strength. She … Continue reading Mother Nature…Mother Nurture
