She was a mother to all of us from one time or another,
Regardless of blood relation or family.
She didn't care.
And, regardless of whether we understood what it meant
just to give what you had to give.
But that how she was.
She was there for us always with a chair at her table,
and usually pie in the fridge.
She was a good listener, and would always want to understand
your point of view.
With most conversations she would interrupt and pause the discussion..
"Well why in the world would they do that?"
She never didn't seem interested and never went without a comment
on some matter or another.
She was full of comments, as we all knew.
She kept count of all of us.
She had rows and rows of Christmas stockings lining the rafters
of her living room ceiling.
And, most notoriously, she had the bathroom sign...we all know what it said:
"No job is finished until the paperwork is done."
That was a special thing...why? Because she wrote all of our names on it,
all the way up until she couldn't remember to do it anymore,
and there was little room left to write more names.
She loved us all and counted us hers, making sure we knew it one way or another
We will need to count each other now.
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