Mother Blair

Mother meant emotional support
that she gave oh so freely.
It meant the words of advice
when our heads were reeling
with choices of what, where, when and how.
It meant the strength she would lend when we needed it,
now.

It meant the challenges she would provide,
when we were meek;
and so many evenings
in her office we would seek
her laughter, her wisdom,
her strength and her cares.
I hope you can hear this,
we'll miss you Mother Blair.

To say she only touched
my life does not convey.
Mother Blair is a PART of my life
in so many ways.
Herself and Mrs. Lewis
in that room under the stairs,
always ready with a laugh, or a hug;
always willing to care.

As I stop and reflect
on the loss to this world
I fight back tears that well up
And try to remember her words...
The exact phrases have left me,
It's been so many years,
But the strength, courage and love
she nurtured are still there.

I am sorry I was not there
to be with her in her passing,
And it seems almost too late
for me to say how lasting
My love and my memories will be
of Mother Blair.
But for one last time
I call her Mother Dear.

I wish I could have held her hand as she did mine
And say with a strong face that all will be fine.
The truth of that statement
is neither here nor there,
It was more important
to show that I cared.

To a woman who was as much a mother to me
As so many others through the history
Of a great College, graced by great people.
Mother Blair you are one of the best
To a woman of great strength, in peace may you rest.

We will always love you Mother Blair.