Dreaming About Momma
I had a really nice dream about Momma the other night. We were working in her back yard, getting flower seedlings out of her cold frame to plant in the garden. She had her favorite straw hat on, some blue jeans and a buttoned shirt tucked into her waistband. (I mention this because she hadn't worn her shirts tucked in for years.) She picked up a flat of flowers and walked off towards the garden, then the dream ended.
I just wanted to share this, for those who have lost someone close to them. They may be gone, but never forgotten. They will always live in your heart.
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