Here’s To You Dear Lady


I saw a car yesterday with logs of driftwood strapped to the roof. I thought about her. She feared the ocean but loved its gifts; driftwood with its “smooth as an orgasm” surface, odd stones, sand crabs, water smoothed colored pieces of glass, starfish, tons and tons of seashells. Hours and hours she would scour the beach as her love fished for his dream catch. I thought about her and these were my thoughts. Working the flower beds today, I smelled the fresh wet soil. I flashed back to when I was young and working by her side in the gardens of her life, flower, vegetable, rock. She planted and tended them all. So many thoughts and memories swirl in my head. Her motherly smell when I climbed into bed with her and dad after a nightmare, what comfort and peace it brought me. Her absentminded back rubs as I stood by her side while she talked with a friend; I remember hoping she’d never notice I was standing there and let me enjoy that back scratching all day long. But after a while she’d shoo us kids away to give them some adult time. I remember the prayers she prayed with this young teen asking blessing for the future of my unborn son and me. I remember her teaching me how to care and love my baby when I was just seventeen. I remember her stepping back and letting me rise in the night to diaper and feed and rock my crying babe. I know she loved me enough to allow me to be the only mother of my son. I remember her. I love her. She’s the background to my whole life. Here’s to you dear lady, I’m missing you, wishing you were by my side digging the rich soils in the gardens of my life.

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  1. nancybuening
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 10:41:47

    Wow you are off to a great start!! Continue on I can’t wait for more. I remember sitting at your kitchen table and the talks we had with your mom or the times we can home at night to wake them up to let them know we were home and maybe not and sneaking up those steep and never ending stairs to your bedroom trying to be all so quiet when you know they had to here us giggle all the way up. You brought me back to the most difficult time in your life as a teenager. I thank God that he brought us together in eighth grade so I got the chance to become your friend and meet your wonderful family.

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  2. annette flood
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 11:08:51

    So touching Sara… your mom is smiling above when you wrote this… love ya

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  3. Janna Brotherton
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 12:25:36

    Beautiful memories Sara! Loved this!

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  4. Sheo
    Jul 26, 2012 @ 12:52:57

    You’re making my eyes water, Sarabelle! You’re also making me want to pick the tablet back up & start writing about my mama again… awesome therapy, don’t ya think?! xo

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  5. Andrew Rauch
    Jul 29, 2012 @ 09:09:05

    She was always teaching us but we didnt realize it at the time!!! Only now looking back do I get the full effect of this great lady!!! I REALLY MISS HER!

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