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 flame
Encompassing my heart
Bonded by our love
In the winter silence
Snowflakes softly fall
Like the gentle words
You whisper in my ear
Heartfelt gifts of love
Helen Fernald
Dear Mom I miss you and I love you Grateful for all you shared Your love and understanding Your hugs, supportive words Your sparkly eyes and smiling face Your courage and your cheer Your spirit and resolve You helped me be a woman To love, have hope and faith Be kind and self-reliant Help others,…
August 18, 2023 Dear Mom, Today would have been your 107th birthday! Fred, Sara and I flew annually to Cleveland to celebrate your birthday. By January of 1992, we already had our plane tickets to travel to Ohio in mid August. Nothing could stop us! However, that year you had different plans. One month earlier,…
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…
July, 2026 Dear Mom, Now I truly understand why you loved to have us come to visit you in Cleveland and spend a few days enjoying our family time together. Sam and his family were here for four days at the end of June and I was in heaven. Sam is a sweet, charming three…
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…
November 2025 Dear Mom, Alex turned 32 this year. It really does not seem possible. I have been thinking of my pregnancy with him and have been reminded of the myriad times I wished I could have called you to share or ask a question. I desperately wanted another child. Sara was nearly 9 when…
