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A Father's Joy


She sings while cooking
Her pretty soprano voice
Fills the air
Still echoes in my ears.
.
Her tattered apron
Tied around her waist
Simple as it was
Wiped the drops of our tears.

I see her in my memories
Every now and then
Her long brownish hair
Caught up in a ponytail.

Her smile that shines
Like the sun breaking
Through a cloudy sky
This lovely Abigail.

A joy of the Father
More precious than jewels
This woman of beauty
Lives in my heart.

My mother, so dear,
Loved and nurtured
Comforted me
She is God's work of art.

~Leona M. Mars~
November 27, 2014

Today is Thanksgiving Day, thoughts of my Mother fills my mind as my sons and I prepare Thanksgiving dinner.  My sons make the most wonderful pies and delicious Green Bean Casserole! My Mother's name was not Abigail.  Abigail means "A father's joy" in Hebrew.  My Mother was our joy from the Heavenly Father.  

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