My Mother The Songbird

I'm grateful for the memories that I have of my mother. She left us at an early age, but I will never forget what a beautiful voice she had. She would sing while washing dishes in the kitchen, or hanging clothes on the clothesline in the back yard. 'Oh, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing, the breezes sighing, the night birds crying...' She passed her marvelous singing talent on to her three daughters. My sisters have often been asked to sing at funerals and other functions, so whenever I hear one or more of my sisters sing, I remember my mother with fondness. #GiveThanks