That would be my poor mother in times past...not today. Especially when I see comments written in the margins of her Bible I "feel" for her in the earlier part of her life.
But today I'm thinking of poor Mom in another sense. I was wearing a shirt on which the button hole was stretched dangerously close to the front edge covering my chest.(I was about 9 so it wasn't my size)As she examined it she cautioned me that if I didn't stretch it any further there was a hope that she could fix it. So what did I do? Yanked it carelessly until it tore right through to the edge of the shirt. She didn't hollar at me...I just remember her looking very sad. There must be a lesson in this 'cause I remember it as if it were yesterday.
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