Little purple pansies, touched with yellow gold, Growing in one corner of the garden old We are very tiny but must try, try, try Just one spot to gladden, you and I.
In whatever corner we may chance to grow, Whether cold or warm the wind may ever blow, Dark the day or sunny, we must try, try, try Just one spot to gladden, you and I.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Today at dinner, Mother was reminded of the time she took her elderly mother to the pharmacy to refill a prescription. There was a long wait and Grandma kept asking Mother, "Why are we here?" Mother would patiently answer to the frequently asked question, "We're here to get your medicine." Then Grandma asked, "What is the medicine for?" Mother, answering honestly, replied, "It's for your memory!" And of course, those who had been waiting in line, had a good laugh. We'll all be there someday!