For my sister Evelyn, with my love~
For Aunt Becky,
And for Mother….
You wrote no lofty poems
that critics counted art.
But with a nobler vision
you lived them with your heart.
You carved no shapeless marble
to some high soul design.
But with a finer sculpture
you shaped this soul of mine.
You built no great cathedral
that centuries applaud;
But with a grace exquisite
Your life cathedraled God.
-Thomas Fessenden, excerpt from
QUIET REFLECTIONS: A MOTHER’S JOURNAL
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