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Contained within a simple poem, a few words could never describe my mother.
          A child bride at seventeen; a city girl became a farmer's wife.
    She never complained about tending the fields, one row after another.
               My mom loved her new husband and her new way of life.

          A mother at nineteen, thank goodness for my Aunt Chloe.
        "No hospital for me," my young mother said. "I will not go!"
     Delivered by my granny, I was told Mom kissed my head to show
          she loved me though I'd caused her cries of pain and woe.

         Cooking was not Mom's forte'.  She burned so many meals,
       but Dad loved her anyway for giving him two girls and a boy.
          Times were often rough but to us it was not a big deal.
    We were happy to be loved, a gift better than any game or toy.

   Mom was always cheerful, except when we did something wrong.
     A spanking was on the agenda, and we knew it was deserved.
    A smack or two was all she delivered, then she sang us a song.
      No lack of love did mom have for me, it was never reserved.

      Farming was not an easy life...crops ruined by summer hail.
  In just a few minutes everything was lost, but Mom wore a smile.
  "Don't worry. It'll be okay. I'm getting a job delivering the mail."
 She left early in the morning, walking to mail boxes mile after mile.

  Bereaved as a widow, my mother cried softly upon my shoulder.
 I gave her comfort as she did me for the loss of husband and dad.
Always close in times of need, I took care of Mom when I was older.
  Hurricane Katrina took her house, but not the memories she had.

  I moved away for several years but came home to visit in June.
Mom's hazel eyes reflected her love for me and the man I married.
     Six months later, I sat on the porch gazing at the full moon.
   My sister called, but her voice was sad. I knew why she tarried.

 I knew what she couldn't put into words.  Mom had passed away.
    Oh, the agony of not being there... my tears fall as I write.
    To my mom, the beautiful young wife and mother, I'd say,
            I pray you knew how much I loved you...
                                                A star fell from the sky tonight.


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December 25th, 2015
About My Mom Contest
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