For Mother..

"Backward turn backward oh time in your flight.
Make me a child again, just for tonight
Mother come back from that echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as before.
Kiss from my forehead these deep lines of care,
Smoothe the few silver threads from my hair.
Over my sleep, your loving watch keep,
Rock me to sleep Mother, Rock Me To Sleep."

Many a season the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between,
I remember her hair, gently lightened with gold,
Around a young face, as in days of old.
Backward, flow backward oh tide of the years,
I am so weary of toil and of tears.
Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain,
I long to see my Mother again.

"...So Mother, hold me tonight in your loving embrace,
Let me touch and remember every line in your face,
Then will my weary heart find some small peace,
Rock me to sleep Mother.  Rock Me To Sleep."
We love you Mother."

The Shreveport Times
IN LOVING MEMORY
Doris Streetman Dea
July 1, 1923 - March 16, 1991
Missed by her children,
Roy, Donnis, Deborah, Payton,
and loving sisters Lillian and Dovie

I didn't know it at the time but after this came out in the paper
Aunt Lillian told me she could still see Mother rocking me when I
was little, and it seems I never got enough.  By the time my baby
sister, Deborah came along, Mother had a built in "rocker"...me!
I read this to my brother, Bubba, during a telephone conversation,
and he said, "Dongail, I'd give everything I own just to see her
one more time."

These two pictures are of Mother's sisters
that I knew and remember, and who played
a part in my life both as a child and later.
There was one more, Helen, who died at a
very young age, with scarlet fever.