Sunday, October 5, 2008
My Dear Mother
I got a phone call on Friday from my Sister, saying that my Mother had fallen and broken her hip.
We drove down to see her yesterday and was lovely to be at her bedside and give support
to her and my Dad. She is hopefully having the operation today.
Bless you Mum and I hope that everything will go well for you.
I have the sweetest Mother and it is so hard when they are getting older and have an obstacle like this to face.
Let me grow lovely growing old~
So many fine things do.
Laces and ivory and gold
And silks need not be new.
And there is healing in old trees
Old streets a glamour hold,
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?
Wishing you a peaceful weekend.