I painted this

in my Mama's hospital room the last evening we were together. 

I sat there painting and listening to her rest...

barely chatting because she was so very tired...

Never realizing this would be the last chance I would have to talk with her...

 

But somehow, I think she knew...

and, truly, I think I knew it too 

when she called and ask me to come stay the night with her...

but I didn't want to really accept it...

The words were added a few weeks later and 

I know if she had the chance she would wish this for us - 

I Wish You Enough

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright 

no matter how grey the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain

to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness

 to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the 

smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss 

to appreciate all that you possess...

and

I wish you enough hellos 

to get you through the final good-bye.

(Author unknown)

 But, really - 

I know 

that THIS is one of the many little nuggets of wisdom 

she wanted to share with us -

A prose poem that is said to be 

written in 1927 by American writer Max Ehrmann. 

How blessed are we to have it in her own handwriting?

It's a treasure -

that's for sure -
She completed this little book I gave her over ten years ago --
 And I'm sure she wrote this poem from memory...
So sweet --

Oh, how I miss her...

I think I might wear a peach rose in her honor - 
[Our Mama always refused 
to wear a white / red rose for Mother's Day - 
and chose peach instead - 
that's just the sort of gal she was - lol]