A careful woman I ought to be;a little girl follows me.
I do not dare to go astray,
for fear she'll go the selfsame way.
Not once can I escape her eyes;
whate'er she sees me do, she tries.
Like me, she says she's going to be
that little girl who follows me.
I must remember as I go
through summer sun and winter snow,
I'm moulding for the years to be
that little girl who follows me.
~Author, an unknown mother
To my own dear Mama... You have nurtured and molded this "little girl" by example. You have shown me and continue to guide me along paths of righteousness by quietly living out your faith in all that you endeavor to do. Thank you. I love you.
In the photo, my mother and me, Spring 1978.
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