Shirley E

My mama’s eyes - the first thing I saw in this bright world and is still the first thing I think of when I think of her. She shares her soul with others through her eyes, so soft, so caring. Through the years I’ve seen then change from big, round to small and bright but always smiling. The cheerful brightness went away as she witnessed her own mother’s death but has slowly returned with the joy and birth of each grandchild and greatgrand child. She is always there just a phone call away and frequently will show up on your doorstep when there is anything “important” happening in your house. At 79 she drove here by herself just this last Friday to be with me at the zoo as I was a finalist in naming the new restaurant. She feels even some of the smallest things are memory makers. My mama is getting older and I understand each day is precious - just as she is precious to all those that know and love her. My mama’s eyes are a direct link to her heart - and they are both beautiful. Diane Roberts