Mom June 18, 2012June 18, 2012 / mymennonitememoir Written Dec of 1979 Her face lined with age, creases in love Her body quickens to answer my beckoning call. Her squeezing hug and songlike voice dissolve all my fears Her ruling rod brings pain and burning tears but directs my wandering steps. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related