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In
Memory of My Mother
Hattie Mae Beckett Adkins
20 May 1921-04 Jan 1983
died from
Leukemia and Multiple Myeloma
A Mothers Love
Copyright Barbara
King © 2004
Mother's hand would tremble as she
lovingly touched my face as so many times before
when I was sick or feeling bad. Her smile was
like the sunshine and through her eyes I could
see a million stars lightup and reflect all the
inner beauty that she had. I could look in her
eyes and see through to her fragile heart as she
send her love through me through the touch of
her hand. Mother always made me strong when I
was weak and on the cold dull winter mornings a
splendor of her beauty would turn the most
savaged winter beast into an natural beauty like
a gentle fawn guiding its young through the
bristled paths of life. Her touch would make me
forget the world and take me back to days of
simplicity of innocence and nothing would ever
touch me but her love and the kiss of her
delicate hand. Her heart would sigh and a tear
would form in the corner of her eye as the love
she felt would rip her heart into wishing she
could take my hurt herself. Mother always made
everything better, God worked wonders when he
made mothers. I believe he used a special
ingredients to make them so special. Mother is
gone now, being my guardian angel in the sky
now. As I trace my finger over her picture
trying to remember her face for I cannot see it
through my tears but I can feel her touch as if
she is still here. I can smell her perfume and
sometimes I can hear her speak but I'll turn my
head and I see no one but I know she is here
feeling my thoughts, touching my hand and
holding me even though she's endless miles away.
But I can hold her with my heart and she can
hold me for she is here in spirit even though
God has taken her from me.
  
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