All the "firsts" have now come and gone: Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine's; March birthdays ours a week apart; Motherless Mother's Day, so searingly sad... Oh Mom, what I would not give, To have one last look into your gentle blue eyes, To hug you tight; to never let you go... To have our Sunday Tim Horton's drive; To sit in companionable silence at the Gardens of Idlewyld Manor or beside the lobby Aquarium... To hear you say about your favourite green grape cardigan, "just fling it on the chair" For tomorrow you would wear... Today I see you as the butterfly nestled deep in the Rose of Sharon Your watch a comfort on my wrist Afraid of the day nevermore... With limitless love, Nancy