Like fleeting images of photos that
dance before my eyes I remember
you, as yesterday’s warm sun against
my skin, I remember you and the
warmth rushes in and sadness too
all caressing me gently as you,
yes, I remember you
As the mirror portrays our likeness as
I peer into its’ glass the reflection is
you smiling bringing you close from the
past for a moment we look at each
other, just briefly I hear your laugh, I
ride the tide along with you in the
memories of my past
In the letters of words written, in the
birthday cards sealed with your kiss
that you sent every year I was blessed
that said what you could not and really
what it is that you meant to, of all the
hurt and good times, of the times I will
never forget
When I look in the face of my children,
the grandchildren too, their dance in this
life is your dance, the one that I always
knew and loved because it was yours and
you gave to all of us now for us to remind
us always and always to be mindful, yes
I will remember you
© May 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
This goes far beyond my feeble ability to write comment.
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Thank you so much for your sincere thoughts. My mother died three years ago in January and this is the first year I have written something for her. Mother was a strong and loving woman. Thank you again.
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I was so moved by your prose that I felt a tear well up in my eyes. Moving, painful, so real that I could touch the impact you conveyed. Thankful, blessed, healed.
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Renee – this is absolutely beautiful tribute … no comment can acknowledge your writings impact!
I lost my dad three years ago in January … some written tributes have worked their way to the surface … all by surprise rather than intent!
Have a blessed week!
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Thank you for your kind words here. It is just the last few months, beginning last Fall and into Winter that healing came for me and for some sooner than others. My dad who will be 88 in November is finally getting out and doing more. They were married for many more years than most. One never knows how words will connect them to a similar moment in time.
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It goes without saying that this is a lovely tribute. Glad you could find the words to express, what often wells up in waves that leave no words behind.
Elizabeth
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Tearing up. This week is the one year anniversary of my brother’s death. I’m torn right now between remembering and not wanting to remember. Hmm. Lovely expression.
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I am glad it touched you but sorry if there are tears but perhaps they are needed? I had forgotten about your brother. Sometimes it is better to remember and get through to the other side.
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I read this as a beautiful ode to a Mother who has passed away many years ago – remembered with the quiet ache of a daughter’s heart. How could it fail to find resonance in all of us who carry that same ache within our own hearts?
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My mother has been gone three years on January and this is the first time I have been able to write something for her. I am glad you like what I have written. Thank You!
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Renee, this is very beautiful and really strikes a chord – memories of those loved, no longer here, yet still part of us. Beautiful seeing the reflection of your loved one in your grandchildren, “their dance is your dance”…….and remembering “the times I will never forget.” Just lovely.
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Thank you Sherry. Healing takes time but this year, three years out, is better than it was.
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This is love, yes. And more. It is a tribute that goes deeper than loving. It is the recognition of the bonding that transcends generations, how we are all part of an unending conscience.
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You have beautiful words even in your comment here. Thank you for stopping by.
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the bond between a child and his parents is very, very strong. It has the power of making and breaking a soul.
Its such a joy to know you have strong resemblance with one of your parents, is not it?
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I do not look exactly as my mother but I believe I have her eyes, many of her expressions and as personality,
we were much the same. It is a good thing. Thank You!
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I thought this was a really loving and lovely tribute. Well done Renee. I particularly like the way you have made her live still in you and your grandchildren.
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Happy Mother’s Day! Oh, how I miss Nana! I still hear her laughter as well. I remember her hands as they made flour tortillas….I remember them as they braided my hair. I smell her as if it were yesterday…..may her memories be with us always….I love you.
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I miss her as well and the smells of her cooking in the kitchen were heavenly. Yes, we will always have the
memories. Love You!
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