I remember you sitting outside in a wicker chair

I see you now in the lambswool covered chair
Sitting in the sun with your eyes closed,
Listening to the hymns I read.
You, in a pink sweatshirt, me in a yellow tee
We're one in thought.
God is our Life And we both reflect His love,
The sun's warm rays encourage us to stay outside
As a passing onlooker secretly snaps a picture.
After you passed on, she offers it as a memory of
A special moment.
What are you up to these days, Mama dearest?
Are you painting? Or writing? Or reading? I know you
Are enfolded in God's tender love and I rejoice you are Still His immortal expression. Fragments that bring back memories- a sweater you wore, a sketch you drew, your letters so revealing, showing you as a poet; I used to
think of you as an artist, a sculptor, so many talents.
There was nothing, I thought, you couldn't do.
Memories of the hard times faded away, I remember most your sweetness and resilience. You gave so much.
I think back now at how much love I had.  Thank you.