A Mother's Love

I'm having a little trouble with my husband's PC today, but it's Saturday Centus time again, and I'm determined to give it a go. I like Jenny's prompt this week and have added the requisite words to create a small story. As custom dictates, the prompt is in red.

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A Mother's Love

That first night on earth without her mother, she lay quietly, eyes darting round the room, looking for monsters. John had held her through the wee hours before drifting off to sleep, a desertion she regretted but understood. It was her mother's absence she felt, anyway, her mother's sleep she resented.

Trembling with grief and a fear she could neither comprehend nor define, she chided herself. Geez Annie, the woman was 98 years old and in poor health, for heaven's sake. Hadn't she earned a rest? Closing her eyes, she reached for needed comfort, blindly seeking.

"Hush little baby, don't you cry..."

Anne couldn't hear the words, but oh, she felt them. And knew the power of a mother's love.

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I am a lucky woman, whose 84-year-old mother is with her still. This story is for any friend who needs to remember that death cannot contain a mother's love.

Dreams Have Wings

Take a look at this face!

And this one, too.

They have a story to tell, a really good one...

about taking all of your hopes and dreams in hand...

and running with them!

Their feet are on the ground, but their spirits are sky high.

(all photos courtesy of tendershootz)

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In Which a Young Man Does Himself Proud

Tomorrow is a big day for my youngest son, who is happily graduating from the University of Arizona. He majored in molecular and cellular biology...and as I've mentioned before, his next plan is med school. He's actually on a couple of wait lists for September, but if that doesn't pan out, he'll apply again for 2012.

Needless to say, we're proud of him. A career in medicine is a looooong road, and we applaud his determination to walk down it.

In the meantime, Happy Graduation, Todd! Cancun (our treat) awaits you!!

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PS. We're going with him when he's ready to take the trip!

Hope Sprouts!

Spring builds for Hope a bright green home

in every tender shoot.

Love flows between them like a poem...

and aren't the kiddos cute?

=)

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Afterglow

A little recognition is a good thing.

And roses make a statement; that's for sure.

But for this mom, words still say it best.

(love notes inside)

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A Vocal Vocation

Matlock is giving us a break with the Saturday Centus prompt this week. It's refreshingly normal! (Which is probably why I couldn't resist adding my hundred words to take it an abnormal direction...) The prompt, as always, is in red.

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A Vocal Vocation

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

I’d like to teach the world to sing,

but I’ve got two tin ears.

The only notes my voice can bring

are sharp or flat, mefears.

It’s not a thing that you can fake,

or I would surely do it.

What kind of songstress would I make

if no one could sit through it?

I guess that I could cater to

the tone deaf; that’s a thought.

But then I’d be creator

of a singer good for naught.

And yet, how pleasing it would be

to pick and choose at will

from students who were begging me

to teach ‘em how to trill.

Aha! A bolt from out the blue

has hit this songbird’s mind:

American Idol trainer. Whew.

For this, I was designed!

(the blind leading the blind)

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I hope you'll all forgive me for using one verse too many this time. I couldn't quite make it to the punch line without that extra stanza. (And since I have a lesson to teach at church tomorrow, I didn't have time to start over.) Sorry!

Here's my little Mother's Day regift to all of you, especially my own mom. Happy Mother's Day!

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Mother's Day Musings

From the time I was a little girl, a mother is exactly what I wanted to be. My wish came true four times, and I am forever grateful for the children who have blessed and enriched my life beyond imagination. Being a mom isn't all fun and games, but when I look at this statue from the Nauvoo Monument to Women, I am reminded of the inexpressible joy motherhood brings. In my heart, I will always be this young woman, hand in hand with the little ones who taught me the best and most important things I know.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

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C is for Can Do!

Do you need helping hands? Can do!

The Singles Ward is here for you!

We'll tote those 2x4's all day.

And bolt 'em down to make 'em stay.

(Our family ward works hard as well.)

This service stuff is pretty swell!

Can do, indeed! Early in the morning, so many of our young adults showed up to participate in community service that we had to reassign some of them to different projects. Mormon Helping Hands was in full swing last Saturday all over the State of California, and a lot of good work was done. Pretty neat!

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My Mother Taught Me

My Mother Taught Me

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

My mother taught me how to play

each note to form a song.

She showed me how to hold the bow

and keep my down stroke strong.

I learned from her instruction:

Push your wrist back. Elbow under.

She coaxed the music through her hands

and brought forth strains of wonder.

Mom taught me much of living

in those early childhood days...

of violins, of artistry,

and of a mother's ways.

All That Glitters IS Gold...for me, anyway

The notion of updating our outdated bedroom makes me happy.

My jewelry harps, however, will remain.

Because, personally, I think they are waaaay cool.

Just imagine! So much sparkle, right at my fingertips.

{and the breeze makes them tinkle like fairy harps}

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