The memory of my mother stays with me
throughout the years: the way she used to stand
framed in the door when any of her band
of children left... as long as she could see
their forms, she gazed, as if she seemed to be
trying to guard-- to meet some far demand;
and then before she turned to tasks at hand,
she breathed a little prayer inaudibly.
And now, I think, in some far heavenly place,
she watches still, and yet is not distressed,
but rather as one who, after life's long race,
has found contentment in a well-earned rest,
there, in a peaceful dreamlike reverie,
she waits, from earthly cares forever free.
--Margaret Baggerly Bruner (1886-1970)
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