Janice Canerdy Poet Quatrain

Goodbye, Mama

A loving son held Mama's hand
			and said, "We've such sweet memories.
			If you feel strong enough today,
			I'd love to hear your favorites, please."
			
			Then like an eager child he leaned
			a little closer. Mama said,
			"My precious times with all you kids
			and your sweet daddy fill my head:

			the picnics Sunday afternoons,
			the games of tag and hide-and-seek,
			sweet watermelons in July,
			and wading in our backyard creek.

			Your daddy held us spellbound with
			his yarns; he spun them on the spot.
			We watched old Westerns; I recall
			how you loved Tonto as a tot.
	
			(Her voice grew weaker.) What we had
			was something money cannot buy.
			Those simple pleasures are the best-- 
			I'm ready, Son, so please don't cry."

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Valsa George October 5, 2023 at 12:09 AM When family is a place of love and mutual understanding, all memories are pleasant and one never gets tired pf hearing them articulated over and again. I see an intimate bond between the mother and son here.

Mark Toney August 23, 2023 at 7:46 AM This is so heartrending but also so precious. You’ve captured the moment dear Janice. My wife and I have experienced this with our parents.