A Sons Love of His Mother


I found this beautiful card tucked inside a box secured.
A card, with a beautiful poem on it
It reads something like this, through the mist.

I’m going to love you forever
Can you handle that?”

From your Son Daniel

I had remembered these precious words; but to find them was so very special

The note reads on …

Graceful mind of servants fill the head
Of the hallowed halls of Griswold
Glass and carpet meld to form this simple manor
Of blues and wood
Where love and family live
In a harmonious timely routine
That always changes
The great does leave her mornings
To support her blooming children
She Honors them within their individual minds
Because her tasks are each fulfilled
Without any of the other knowing
And she rarely asks for any help from the busy kin she rears
Respect permeates the soul of this humble fortress
And she’ll never worry about the loss of any good thing
Because her prayers are longing and sincere
The God of Abraham honors her faithful service …
Her family loves her

Daniel Robert Griswold

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