Good afternoon mom! I’m so glad you dropped by for coffee, and I am brewing a fresh pot of your favorite just for you. Hmm, there’s nothing better than the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, don’t you agree?
It’s a lovely afternoon with crisp breezes and scents of fall in the air. So perfect for chatting and enjoying the leaves as they dance and amuse. We both love this time of the year, don’t we?
You know I’m thrilled you’re here. It has been a while and I think of you often. Hey mom, do you remember?
When I was a child, I was pretty mild and not too wild. I was your little girl with a head full of curls. My dresses were frilly, I never felt silly. Shoes galore, I always wanted more. We dressed to the nines, you and me. Our sense of style was for all to see. Oh yes mom, we had a passion for fashion!
When I was a teen, I was pretty mild and not too wild. I was your best friend and you were mine. We figured life out, time after time. I had to be cool and you understood. Much more than any mother could. We dressed to the nines, you and me. Our sense of style was our identity. Oh yes mom, fashion became our passion!
When I was a young woman, I was pretty mild and not too wild. If I needed comfort, you were always there. Such a loving mother, I knew you cared. When you were sad, I felt bad. If you were blue, I was there for you. Yes, we dressed as ladies because we should and because we could. Back in the day, that was the way.
When I was twenty-three, you were gone. I felt the world had done me wrong. Why an end to your melody? It wasn’t time to end your song. Your image still lingers in my memory. Yes, our passion for fashion was meant to be. And mom I must say, you look lovely today. I miss you so, in every way.
If we were having coffee, this is the way it would be. A memorable chat, just you and me.
Your loving daughter,
This post is a tribute to my mom – May 9, 1909, to November 12, 1963