Your Mother and Mine by Aimee Kelley

Aimee Kelley (1973); Bennington, VT – home of cows, crickets, streams… . “Sleep comes to me in stories that travel away from my day and day life.” Aimee loves the smell of tea, freesia, balm of Gilead.

There is balm in Gilead,

To make the wounded whole;

There's power enough in heaven,

To cure a sin-sick soul.

Edgar Allan Poe The Raven:

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! —

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —

On this home by Horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore —

"Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

She sung as a lullaby “You Mother and Mine” from “Dumbo”:

Your Mother and Mine

Well, a mother, a real mother
Is the most wonderful person in the world,
She's the angel voice that bids you good night,
Kisses your cheek, whispers, "Sleep tight."

Your mother and mine,

Your mother and mine.

The helping hand that guides you along
Whether you're right, whether you're wrong

Your mother and mine,
Your mother and mine.

What makes mothers all that they are
Might as well ask, "What makes a star?"
Ask your heart to tell you her worth
Your heart will say, "Heaven on earth."
Another word for divine
Your mother and mine.

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