Cynthia Marie, My Mother…
At the Heart of Rose, Cynthia Marie Wheeler
31st May 1921 – 24th April 1993
My Mother…
I need to speak of the death and the loss of a dear one who, so close, like the enwrapping arms of twin trees, once lived alongside me, and in spirit shared every waking moment, present or absent. She was always beside me, in thought and in word, in heart and in deed.
When my mother died, I could not imagine how I had not known how very close she was. All through my life, she alone was the one who stood by me, she fed my dreams, she gave me life, - she cared, she really cared. Wherever I went, she would know. In every flat or house I lived (over a hundred; many more,) her letters would come, her step at the door. She was the only one to care so much; and I rested in her lap, her arms, her heart, still unsure, never seeing that her concern which curbed my ways, was Love, her hurt at my neglect, was Love, her life she lived through me, was Love…
Copyright Jane Johnson 19th February 2000
The music playing is called 'Remembrance' Composed, performed and recorded by Jane Johnson, Copyright January 2000