And still there is beauty.
The blue white light of the moon slowly fading.
as the warm, yellow sun rises.
Walking out with my three companions,
the snow freezes my toes.
Thinking of my mother’s face,
reflected in those of my sisters and brother,
Her love carrying us like a wave,
into another day on this precious earth.
I bow my head in gratitude,
for all that has been given to me,
and as she would say,
for all that has been taken.
An Unexpected Life 
Janet, this is so beautiful! I have special memories of the handful of times I met your Mother. She
lives on in your words.
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Thank you for your courageand grace and for continuing to look for the light and love that are all around you!
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That last line … heard mom’s voice … tears jumped up … thank you
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Wow Janet….I see a successful writing career for you!!! Your words are like Anne’s voice, so rich and so full of feeling ! Shabash on your last two posts. Such great thoughts put so eloquently into words!! xoxox Mary
On Wed, Jan 31, 2018 at 6:43 AM, An Unexpected Life wrote:
> janetlandis posted: “And still there is beauty. The blue white light of > the moon slowly fading. as the warm, yellow sun rises. Walking out with my > three companions, the snow freezes my toes. Thinking of my mother’s face, > reflected in those of my sisters and brother, He” >
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