This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Remembering Mama The silent hours flow into silent days and years. I remember the joy in her eyes the first time she attended a Ridvan celebration. I remember the delight in her voice when she chanted God's Most Great Name. Most of all I remember her happiness when she attended her first Nineteen-day Feast and read a paragraph from Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah. Alzheimer's still her voice in 2012, but it still echoes through my dreams. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |