Musing and Singing About A Mother’s Love. Thanks Susan

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This is my mother Nancy - long gone, but not forgotten. Susan Dromey Heeter column

By Susan Dromey Heeter, Joyful Musings

By Susan Dromey Heeter, Joyful Musings

This week I muse joyfully on mothers and all they do, all they are and all they love.

Below are the words from the lovely Irish ballad, “A Mother’s Love’s a Blessing” which was sung often and generally off tune by my long departed dad.

Susan Dromey Heeter

I celebrate all mothers with these borrowed lines from Thomas P. Keenan and wish only joy as you or someone you know celebrates all things maternal this beautiful spring weekend.

A mother’s love is a blessing,
No matter where you roam.
Keep her while she’s living,
You’ll miss her when she’s gone.
Love her as in childhood,
When feeble, old and grey,
For you’ll never miss a mother’s love
’til she’s buried beneath the clay.

Happy Mother’s Day to all near and far, to those who are mothers and to those simply maternally wonderful.


Susan Dromey Heeter, a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white, debuts her new column “Joyful Musings” at Dromey Heeter is a secondary Spanish Teacher at Dover High School and the mother of two teenage daughters.  Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst.  Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards. She also writes about thrift shopping and all things frugal  in a column called “Budget Vogue” for the New Hampshire Union Leader.

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