My son gave me a mum plant a day or so ago..
It's a pretty shade of rust and I do love it so.
I put it on my porch so all can see and share..
The goose will watch it faithfully and give it goosey care.
The plant is just a present as I get strong each day..
The son who gave it too me is wonderful I'll say.
The plant will dry and wither as time goes rushing by..
My son will be here for me until the day I die.
I think that I should thank each of my kids for being here for me as I prepared for surgery and went through it all. My daughter and two sons spent countless hours at the hospital. Phone calls now and coming out for meals have made my recuperation better. I look forward each day to the killer Scrabble game that my daughter plays with me..take it easy on your old mom...after all she's just had brain surgery :). I am feeling stronger each day and this is due to the many prayers that people said for me. The hair is growing and is like a mini crew cut. Now to find things to do here at home. I have always said that I don't have the time to do this or that...now I have the time, let's see what I accomplish.
Balisha
