Blog archive
January 2026
BEACONS OF HOPE - The Dump Trucks of the Eaton Fire
01/29/2026
Exploring the Hidden Trails Together: The Pasadena Village Hiking Group
01/28/2026
Five Years of Transformative Leadership at Pasadena Village
01/28/2026
For Your Hearing Considerations: A Presentation by Dr. Philip Salomon, Audiologist
01/28/2026
Hearts & Limbs in Zambia
01/28/2026
Lost Trees of Altadena Return Home
01/28/2026
President's Message: WHY the Village Works
01/28/2026
TV: Behind the Scenes
01/28/2026
Trauma to Triumph
01/28/2026
1619 Group Reflects on Politics, Climate, and Democratic Strain
01/23/2026
How Pasadena Village Helped Me Rebuild After the Eaton Fire
01/10/2026
Status - January 6, 2026
01/06/2026
“A Mother’s Miracle”, Poem
By Linda SimmonsPosted: 08/16/2020
“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.
