Ruby Red

Ruby Red     
 
Red was her color
Ruby was her name
Never much recognition
Never much fame.
 
But she was a faithful mother,
A grandmother, a friend
Loved and cared by many 
Generous to the end.
 
She surrounded herself with beauty
Both natural and man made
She had a green thumb for growing,
And an eye for things that stayed.
 
From the house on McKinley
To the apartment at Meadowbrook
She kept her place beautiful 
It was always fun to look.
 
Her fun sense of adventure 
Took her on many fine trips
And hours of playing bridge
Kept her mind sharp and crisp.
 
Being with family and friends
Made her most content
She had much joy in remembering
Those times were well spent.
 
So here’s to Ruby
Whose color was red
God blessed her life to 86
An active life she led.
 
 
 
 
 

14 thoughts on “Ruby Red”

1. Very touching. I think you take after her.

   1. Thanks Barb. I guess I do in many ways…

2. What a beautiful tribute to your lovely mom on her birthday. I definitely see your resemblance to her, in many ways.

   1. Thanks Audrey. A simple poem but a gift for her none the less.

3. That was very tender and neat.

   1. Thanks Barb.

4. ♥ ♥ ♥

   1. 😉

5. Valerie, I am sure this brought your Mother back to you in your heart. She sounded like a wonderful, likable person, and that was a lovely tribute to her. Thanks for sharing!

   1. Thanks Sheri.

6. Beautifully written! She was lovely even in her suffering.

   1. Thanks Starr.

7. Beautiful mother and beautiful poem❤️
   I was so lucky to get to meet Ruby on several occation and also visited at her house. I remember that she had the baby shower for Cindy at her house and I was there and that was a new thing for me then… now they have baby showers here in Norway too🤣
   Good menories🥰

   1. Kari, that is so interesting…I did not remember you were at Cindy’s baby shower, and that Norway didn’t have them at the time.
      Thank you for sharing.

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