My Mother's Last Summer

My mother loved her humming birds, they were a special joy to her in the summer.  The winter of 1996 before her final summer she ended up in hospital from January until April. She fought her way back to, learning to re walk and move so she could come home.  She had that summer home and ended up back in the hospital in the fall and finally was called to her heavenly home on Christmas Eve 1996.  I wrote this poem in honor of her last summer.



My Mother's Last Summer

It was the summer of her final year

Little did we realize that it would be her last one here.

She fought so hard to return home that summer

So she could hold close and remember

The sights and sounds that brought her pleasure

Her family, her pets, she did treasure.

She  enjoyed the humming birds fluttering

With vibrant rhythmic wing.

Like a dream catcher that summer she weaved contentment,

Out of the glorious gifts God willingly sent

Before he brought her truly home!

Copyright © 2010  by Dee Edgett