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March 2025

About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025

Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
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Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
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Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
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Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025

I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025

Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025

Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025

My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025

The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025

Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025

Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025

Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025

Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025

What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025

Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025

Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025

THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025

Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025

Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025

A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025

Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025

February 2025

Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025

Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025

A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025

Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025

Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025

Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025

Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025

Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025

Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025

LA River Walk
02/27/2025

Message from the President
02/27/2025

Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025

1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025

The Party Line
02/24/2025

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025

Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025

Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025

Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025

Wind and Fire
02/17/2025

Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025

Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025

Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025

Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025

Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025

Living the Mission
02/05/2025

Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025

Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025

Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025

Villager's Stories
02/05/2025

A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025

Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025

Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025

January 2025

“A Mother’s Miracle”, Poem

By Linda Simmons
Posted: 08/16/2020
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“A Mother’s Miracle”

Christmas, circa 1983

From the book, This Was Meant to Be

by Linda Jones Simmons

My mama said she loved me,

And I sure hoped she did,

Her eyes shone bright as candles,

Though in them sorrow hid.

As I lay in her arms,

She rocked me to and fro,

“I love you, baby Ruby,”

Her spirit seemed to glow.

Her skin felt smooth and warm,

She always smelled so sweet,

She stroked my hair and cheek,

And then began to speak.

“Tho’ I mus’ leave you soon,

I want you to know,

Chil’, I’ll always love you,

Know that this is so.”

The fire crackled loudly,

The embers were aglow,

“Where you goin’, Mama?

Where do you have to go?”

The room began to darken,

As she looked down at me,

“I don’t know how to tell you,

Jus’ know you’re dear to me.”

“Oh, Mama, please don’t go!

Don’t leave us here alone.”

Outside the leaves were falling,

The wind began to groan.

Then I heard a rap,

Two men they came inside,

The fire began to dwindle,

Oh, how we children cried.

“Hang on, Ruby Babe,

You the mama now,

Girl, you keep yo’ faith,

’Cause I’ll return somehow.”

Two years ago it was,

They took her away,

I’d become the mama,

There was no time for play.

It was nearly Christmas,

The air was crisp and dry,

The house was sad and empty,

I heard my sister sigh.

“Be still a little while longer,”

I drew her near to me,

We nestled close together,

Not knowing what we’d see.

The door opened slightly,

The light shone from behind,

A shadowy slender figure,

Made her way inside.

“Oh, Mama! That you, Mama?”

“Yes, Ruby Babe, and how!

I’m home ‘n’ free at las’,

Aint nothin’ c’n part us now!”

The flames rose up and crackled,

We hugged each other tight,

Strains of carols resounded,

Throughout that winter night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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