My wife passed away and we were sorting out items and I came across a crochet blanket made by my wifes grandmother Betty , I gave it to my girl and she wrote this Tonight, I sleep below the mother moon. I dream of her soul dancing through the milky way. Perhaps to wake the etching; her voice a directing path. Her light a blanket of love to cover me as I sleep -Wendy
and another she wrote the Day after she passed The sky holds the moon at night. Still your child, I look up. I wonder, "Do you like it there? Did you find peace where you have traveled?" The sky holds many stars and on a clear night they shine bright. I am your daughter, I look for you still. I search the echo of sound to hear you. I run from cavern to dark cavern lost ... in momentous passageways of time past. Tonight, I sleep below the mother moon. I dream of her soul dancing through the milky way. Perhaps to wake the etching; her voice a directing path. Her light a blanket of love to cover me as I sleep.
