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Written By: Shannon Hayes Guzman-In Loving Memory of:
Virginia "Ginny" Hayes
Nov. 27, 1950-Dec. 14, 2011

As the leaves flutter down from our backyard Live Oak tree,

I think of her...

Her smile that always showed a hint of shyness,

Her hair that had a different beauty all its own,

Her hands that were always preparing for others,

Her eyes that could light up like a tiger's, then grow as gentle

as a dove's...

Her heart that could encompass goodness and love.


And, as each leaf left it's temporary home - a branch jutting in the cold wind,

it fluttered down, slowly, effortlessly, and had purpose,

to let go, give up, surrender, and in that, appreciate the beauty of life.

God, then, made me think of her...


My Mom was like a leaf, as we all are,

budding and blooming in all stages of life,

tending and caring for herself and others,

giving a beautiful kindness when she needed to,

curling up in self-protection when she had to,

fulfilling her meaning in life to love her children, husband, and family,

bringing laughter when it was desperately needed,

crying in unison when she understood your tears,

never meeting a stranger, for people flocked to her,

living her life to it's fullest at times,

yet, surviving against the cold, bitter winds of life, at other times,

defeating the enemy during life's stresses with an unshakable faith,

allowing others to carry her in their faith when she was weak,

believing in God for all miracles, great and small,

never wavering from her belief in Him...

God made me see the leaves fluttering down as a thing of beauty,

Just because they let go did not mean they are no longer-

for they continue to have purpose and meaning,

just like my Mom does...

Instead of remembering her as being gone,

He said to remember her in life, fluttering, rejoicing,

for now she lives on in spirit, thriving, living,

and her love surrounds her children, husband, and family,

Her life here on Earth was just a temporary home,

for now she has full purpose and meaning, having God's perspective

from her permanent, Heavenly home. She is secure, honored, loved...

She is not blowing away somewhere in a cold, lonely wind,

no, she is fluttering with the angels, among their wings, and with God,

for she is on a mission - she is in deep supplication,

for all of her loved ones left down here on Earth,

pleading for us to let go of the branch, jutting in the cold wind,

and fall effortlessly, with purpose, into God and His Love.

Written By: Shannon Hayes Guzman
Jan. 4, 2011

Rest In Peace Mom...I Love You...

Virginia "Ginny" Hayes
Nov. 27, 1950-Dec. 14, 2011
The above poem was written with the deepest love a daughter
could have for a mother. My niece, Shannon, is a poet...and
I've always been proud that she followed in my footsteps...
her mother was proud of this, too. Shannon and I and all our
family are very grieved at the loss of our beloved Ginny...
our emotions are expressed in poetry...please remember us all
in prayer.



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