She and I are apparently kindred souls, and both of us carry the name of Martha. Turns out she knew my cousin.
This Martha had fond memories of our cousin Robin and she writes beautiful poetry as an expression of her love.
This poem was shared with me and I felt compelled to share it with all of my dear readers.
Robin was more than a cousin to me in so many ways, more of a sister. She was an exceptional lady.
She saw me through difficult times when no one else bothered to be there for me. That was just the kind of lady she was.
She and I stayed up all night baking cookies one Christmas season and batter bowls and wooden spoons will forever remind me of the bond that we shared . Not only cookies were stirred up that late night, we stirred the depths of our hearts and intermingled our sister/ friendship within one another. She extended her heart to me at a time when I most needed it.
For that night of cookie baking, of laughs, giggles, more than a few tears and many yawns, I will be forever grateful, and consider it a true gift, from up above.
Sometimes the simple times and moments in life are the most precious...