Legacy
Not too long ago I was going through a box that contained old documents we hurriedly packed away as we were cleaning out my parents house after it was sold. I thought we had gone through everything at the time. We found the original bill from St. Thomas Hospital for when I was born ($158 — I guess I was worth the expense) and the bill of sale for a 1938 Chevy ($750). My mom and dad were keepers of records — forever. As I was recently looking through the box I found something that I had never seen before. On a piece of cardstock about 3½ inches by 5½ inches was a poem written by my mother in 1928. This would have been when she was a high school student at St Cecilia. The poem is recorded in beautiful printing with the first letter of each line illuminated.

Thanksgiving

Thanks be to God
Here on earth
All join in praising
Not without mirth;
Keep the heart loving
See the bright side;
Give without stinting
In places denied;
Venerate the Giver
In sunshine and sorrow;
Nights may be dark, but
God gives a tomorrow.

— M. L. Hussey
1928

I think the poem is original. I have checked several websites of Thanksgiving poems and have not found anything close. But whether or not it is original it says something very special to me about my mother as a teenager — she knew the God that I know. My childhood was filled with my mother, and my grandmother who lived with us, telling stories about God’s faithfulness. Though I had my period of rebellion as a yong adult, I realize now that in my "wild ways" I never strayed far from this God my mother wrote about. She has been gone from this world for almost 20 years and for her last five or so she was hard to know and love because of the cruel Alzheimer’s which stole her identity away. Yet there is nothing I want more this moment than to put my arms around her and tell her I love her. Thanks Mom for faithfully teaching me about this God who loves us and is such a vital part of our lives!