A Difficult Anniversary (page 2)

I wrote a poem, lit a votive candle and waited for the clock to chime to commemorate the anniversary of my mother's death. She died just before 3:30am on January 26, 2006. The clock belonged to her and was in the home we shared for many years as I was growing up. It is now a treasured family heirloom in the home I share with my husband. The morning my mother passed as she took her last breath, I shed my first tears and the clock chimed. My first thought was, "She's already got her wings. She always was an angel." (The watermarks appear because I am using a trial version of LumaPix.) TFL. Scrap happy! ~jen