As I handle each picture, each card, each sea shell

that came from Mom’s house –

I stop and think about how my Mom too has touched

each of them, and I wonder what she thought when

they were in her hands.

Did she marvel at the beauty of the people she loved?

Did she feel the love that came sealed in each card?

Was she fascinated with the color and shape of each shell?

I’m pretty sure she did…

Just as I do.