The crystal

I hang the crystal in the window.

And when the sun hits it and scatters rainbows everywhere we say my mother has come to visit.

(She died 37 years ago)

This is Thanksgiving and a time when she comes to mind.

Today is bright and cold.

The sun shines into the crystal.

Rainbows abound.

 Mom is here for Thanksgiving.

I give thanks.

I love you mom.

Thanks for all you did to raise the five of us since 1950 when your husband took his life.

You are a major hero in my life and a constant measure of my successes.

Happy Thanksgiving.



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