My Mother

This season of the year makes me miss my mother. Her birthday was November 24th - if she were still with us she would be 103 this year. This oil painting is one I painted of her last year - she wasn't really sitting on a garden bench, but on a hospital bed with her hands clasped around one of her knees. Those tinted pink lenses in her glasses hid her beautiful blue eyes. She was eighty-eight years old at the time. I had said something funny to her so she would laugh - and she did. I painted her outside because that's where she loved to be - working in the garden. I'm so thankful I had a mother I could always count on to be there for me no matter what happened. If your mother is still living, why don't you give her a call or send her a card and tell her how much you love and appreciate her.

Jimmie Roberson