MY BABYSHE IS MY MOTHER, BUT I CALL HER BABY. SHE IS OLD. OLD PEOPLE ARE VERY LIKE BABIES AND WE OUGHT TO LOVE THEM, FOR SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.
I HAVE AN IDEA LIFE EVENS UP THINGS. WHEN I YOUNG AND HELPLESS SHE TOOK CARE OF ME; NOW I TAKE CARE OF HER. I AM PAYING MY DEBT.
SHE NEVER LEFT ME ALONE WHEN I WAS AN INFANT. NOW I DO NOT LEAVE HER ALONE.
SHE WAS PATIENT WITH ME THEN; NOW I AM PATIENT WITH HER. SHE FED ME; NOW I FEED HER. I CLOTHE AND KEEP HER.
SHE SACRIFICED HER YOUNG LIFE TO ME. I AM GLAD OF OF EVERY CHANCE I HAVE TO SACRIFICE FOR HER.
SHE LOVED ME WHEN I WAS IGNORANT, AWKWARD NEEDING CONSTANT CARE, AND ALL BECAUSE I WAS HERS, FROM HER BODY AND PART OF HER SOUL.
NOW EVERY FEEBLENESS AND TRAIT OF CHILDISHNESS IN HER ENDEARS HER TO ME FOR NO REASON, EXCEPT SHE IS MY MOTHER.
BY SO MUCH AS SHE IS A TAX ON MY TIME, ATTENTION AND MONEY, I LOVE HER.
SHE SHALL NOT TRIUMPH OVER ME IN THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; FOR MY TENDERNESS SHALL EQUAL HERS.
SHE WATCHED WITH ME UNTIL I GREW UP: I SHALL WATCH WITH HER TILL SHE STEPS INTO HEAVEN.
THE ABOVE I HAVE INSERTED WITH THE HOPE THAT ITS INFLUENCE MAY BE THE MEANS OF BRINGING SOME LITTLE HAPINESS.
GOD BLESS YOU GRANDMA.
SUNDAY JUNE 8 - 1930
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