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Sandra Foster Lovas's Mother's Day love letter as a gift to last forever

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Mother’s Day, the time dedicated to honor our mothers, which, by the way, includes all the women who have cared for us, stood up for us when we needed the bolstering, who always saw us as worthy of love, who taught us how to navigate the world, who gave us roots to grow strong and who gave us the wings to fly off on our own.

If you want to do something truly remarkable and utterly extraordinary, follow Sandra Foster Lovas’s lead with a custom designed gift for one person in this world. This particular present, this original work of heart, is for the person you want to tell what you love about her, how you remember the big and small moments and how she will always be remembered.

Sandra, a San Francisco writer originally from Texas, is a woman who walks into a room with such a glow that you can see right away she is permanently fortified by a lifetime of love from her very remarkable mother. Sandra, several years ago, returned her mother’s love with a poem, a tribute that honors her mother with a loving lyrical list of specifics.

A love letter is the gift that will never go out of style, will never be duplicated by someone else, will always be the right size, will never wilt in a vase and will, in fact, get even better over time. The gift of a love letter is also a gift to you as you read it over decades and find yourself basking in the vivid memory of any woman whose life was your happiness.

MOST OF ALL, I REMEMBER

I remember:

Old songs around the old Piano--

Sundays, filled with Church and Pot Roast--

Viewing decorated yards on Christmas Eve!

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Hot Chocolate in Santa mugs on Christmas morn--

Camping trips and fishing trips and other frolics;

A long black dachshund named "Doc";

A small white puppy named "Marty."

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

A playhouse filled with childhood treasure;

Baby chicks and baby ducks at Eastertime;

Chameleons I bought--and feared--from the State Fair each year!

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Learning to tie my shoes/ tell left from right;

Learning to swim to loud applause;

Learning not to fear the dark. Eventually.

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Summer assaults on the Library for books;

Piano lessons and dancing lessons and practicing same;

Cartwheels and Somersaults on the front lawn.

But most of all, I remember Mother—Kathleen.

I remember:

My first date; my first Prom, porch lights blinking me to come in--

Easter hats from a special shop, each and every Spring;

Praise for high grades/ fines for spilt milk.

But most of all, I remember Mother—Kathleen.

I remember:

Toiling away in my backyard study;

Being Cheerleader…or wanting to be;

Long visits to grandparents in Summer, shorter ones year round.

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Swinging on our Swing Set, ever higher and higher;

Lazing in our Hammock with a book;

Riding my Bike and walking on stilts!

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Radio "soaps" and kiddie shows, replaced by TV sit-coms;

Trick or treating on Halloween night;

Bible stories and bedtime stories and fairy tales!

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Candlelight service and scripture read

Before our Tree on Christmas Eve—

Santa Stockings on Christmas morn;

Snowmen once a blue moon.

But most of all, I remember Mother—Kathleen.

I remember:

Perming my hair and skinning my knees;

Resisting napping and bedtime pleas;

Staging a Circus amid backyard trees!

But most of all, I remember Mother--Kathleen.

I remember:

Going to college, leaving the nest--

Returning home for laundry and rest;

Picnics and Weddings, anticipation keen.

But most of all, you, Mother--Kathleen.

You, licking my wounds and soothing my feelings--

Supporting my dreams that knew no ceilings;

Aiming me high, holding me dear,

Caring for me each day of the Year--

Hugging me tightly…guiding me well,

Reprimanding me lightly…loving me swell!

--Sandra Foster Lovas,

Saluting her Mother, Kathleen Jennings Foster

How wonderful a gift is that to let someone know how she will be ever remembered. Thank you Sandra for sharing this poem to your mother Kathleen, a woman we can all remember now.
From me to you with love in the air,
Janet

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