Monday, April 9, 2012

I Often Go Walking

Today is a bittersweet day as I remember my mother who passed away just one year ago.  I wanted to remember her by spending the day doing the things that she loved.  My first stop was the Red Butte Gardens where the 234,000 bulbs that have been planted there were in full bloom.  My mother was known for her love of flowers and for her garden.  It was a beautiful sunny spring day and my mind was filled with sweet memories  and thoughts of my mother.  I have been thinking about the words from a favorite childhood song that I learned in Primary.  I will let the words of that song tell my story because they describe beautifully just how I felt today as I walked through these beautiful gardens and remembered my mother.  I miss you Mom.

I often go Walking in meadows of clover,

And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue

I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over

Dear mother all flowers remind me of you.

Oh mother I give you my love with each flower

To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through;

For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,

I learned how to love them dear mother from you.

                                                                            Phyllis Luch

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful tribute to your mother. My son sang that song solo for mother's day in Sacrament Meeting when he was only 4. I cried through the whole song, it still makes me teary and he's 37 now! Your mother is smiling!