Myra

my mother was a Goddess of Love

of affection

a bit other worldly

too sensitive for this planet

the smell of her sunday casserole

wafting up the stairs

the atmosphere a warm glow

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and how we adored her,

the 3 of us against the world

or 5 if you count the cat and budgerigar

a loss so great I am raising it 30 years later .

the delicate music of her voice

she wanted us to be kind

like one day we were waiting at the dentist

and a lady was crying .

She had to stay for an operation on her abcess

and could not get home to tell the baby sitter.

Myra took us miles out of our way

to get that message to the baby sitter

with the 2 of us whining and wingeing all the way !