Mom-Ories

She’s no longer here…but I like to keep her near because that’s what children do So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme I like to relive a memory…or two Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day to be patient, kind-hearted…nice How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving How she lived a life of love and sacrifice. Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook How she was not afraid to weep how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep? How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it. How when I’d berate her…or told her how I hate her She knew deep in her heart…I didn’t mean it How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed yet, somehow, she was never out of style And what about those nights…when I’d wake up in a fright how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile. She treated my friends old or new like they were family too She seemed to make the whole world bright And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad She brought color to my world of black and white. How her impact never died…she continues today to guide my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it. I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her but in my heart and soul…I’m pretty sure she knew it. Despite the fact she’s gone…I could go on and on and I will when I am by myself…alone But I’m sure each one of you have your remembrances too so I’ll leave room now…for memories of your own: