Author: Helen Fernald

  • Father’s Day

    Dear Mom, It is nearly Father’s Day and I am thinking of Dad. I was so lucky to have you both as parents. You taught me to be kind, respectful, curious and hard working. You taught me that life is not always easy, but we can find the gift and be happy. You taught me…

  • Book Cover

    Dear Mom, I am very excited because I have the final copy of the cover to my book of letters that I wrote to you between 2008 and 2016. During that time, I belonged to a Writers’ Group, so I would type up a letter before each session, then read it to the others. What…

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    Snowy Silence

    In the snowy silence The deep and snowy still Of this winter morn I listen for your voice That whispers in my ear Melodic notes of joy Our hearts are intertwined In the snowy stillness Sweet harmony of lives A symphony of love You and I are one Your precious heart resides Within the radiant…

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    Pirouetting

    Pirouetting Skating on the ice Doing pirouettes Upon the frozen Mirror in my heart The sadness and the grief Are buried still within Yet ice inside in my heart Now glistens in the sun Memories arise While dancing in the light The pain begins to yield Hope rises from within Spinning on the ice That…

  • Thanksgiving

    Dear Mom, It is November, the month of Thanksgiving. I have many happy memories of celebrating with you—the food, the fancy dishes and best silverware, the aromas, the laughter. My heart is always filled with gratitude for those times together. There is another reason to celebrate this month—on November 20 your youngest sister, my beloved…

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    Misty Grief

    October, 2023 Dear Mom, It is October in New Hampshire. I remember how much you loved visiting now, to enjoy the glorious fall colors. But there is another special feature of this month that has become one of my favorites. When I go down to the lake early in the morning to meditate, an enchanting…

  • The Gifts

    The Gifts They come in varied packages Some in vibrant colors Others wrapped with tissue In rainbow colored bags Yet others come disguised We hardly know they’re there Easy to overlook Unseen by human eyes Perhaps these are the greatest gifts For they move our very spirit These presents come from challenges From sadness, grief…