Coffee Break With My Mother |
"It is the old apple trees that are decked with the loveliest blossoms.
It is the ancient redwoods that rise to majestic heights.
It is the old violins that produce the richest tones.
It is ancient coins, stamps and furniture that people seek.
It is the old friends that are loved the best.
Thank God for the blessings of age and the wisdom,
patience and maturity that go with it."
—Sister Mary Gemma Brunke
Taking another tour through my mothers Bible and taking note of some of the poems that were copied onto those empty pages in the back meant for notes, I took note of the above poem. She added at the end of that poem "Old is wonderful!"
In My Mom' Own Handwriting |
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