For My Mom

This card was made for: 365 Day Cards-G.H.I.-Grosgrain, Heart, Ink. Flutter by Wednesday-Open Theme and Simon Says-Mother's Day/Girlie Card. My mom was never a girlie girl but i tried my best and I think she will like it. I also had to look up what Grosgrain meant...the dreaded ribbon. If anyone has been reading my posts they know I suck at making ribbons...I mean suck! I had only one ribbon with this type of ribbing in it so I think this works. After 20 minutes and redoing it 3 times and then gluing bits together since it would not hold well. I nicely tried to cover the massacre with pretty flowers. I used Magenta Pigment ink and embossed with silver pearl on the green cardstock. I placed pink and then the silvery doves on top of that and used the pop up dots as you see in the second picture. I added my heart and a little butterfly. I can see it is crooked...also par for the course for me. I read the Mother's day challenge at Simon Says and it is for all moms who are here on this earth and others who have left us. My mom has dementia (you know this if you read my blog). I wrote a poem a few months back and now I am nervously sharing it as I do not normally share my poems as I dont think they are that great. If you wish to skip it, just jump ahead or simply have a great day... So here it goes....

Fading Away

A woman so bold

and so hard to hold

on to. She runs

Rather than walks;

She laughs rather than cries;

She inspires and

She loves.

She is steadfast and true.

She is the colours of the rainbow-

Red, green and blue.

She can be trying,

And she loves applying

Her method of control.

She is willful and demanding,

Her truths are gold

And she can not be told.

She can charm

Almost anyone with her smile

Her eyes can beguile

Even the most hardened soul,

But do not dare get close

Or she will fly

Away without a goodbye.

Are her thoughts and feelings coming from the war?

Are these traits stemming from way before?

These are questions one can ponder.

Is it any wonder

That she is a survivor,

That she loves so hard

And forgives without question.

She has seen so many horrors

And suffered great loss.

I can learn and not be cross

With her hardened ways.

I recall her love

How she holds, above

all else, her children-despite our hurtful ways.

Her joy at Christmas and all events.

How she made these days special

And cherished our smiles.

She created wonders of amazement

To such fine detail.

She created serenity,

Calm and tranquility.

She was my rock

and now the clock

Has set time in motion.

She is slowly fading

From her own memory

And I have no power

To stop it.

She is present in body

but not in mind.

Death's hand is not kind

As it lays its touch

On her shoulder.

She is inbetween

Hidden and yet, seen.

My confidant has gone

Even though I can still hold her.

I can not share my thoughts.

The meaning has lost

And the words disappear into the wind.

And so I grieve,

Wishing not to believe

That her end is near.

Her image, once bright,

Is fading from my sight.

I reach to her

And can not truly touch what

Once was her.

Each day her image fades

No longer the shades

Of a rainbow

But of greys.

A day will come when she will disappear.

That is the day I fear.

Ok what a way to bright your day but there ya go.... Even though it is wintry outside and messy and all that, take each day and enjoy it!