Mom Saved These
My pink and white knit booties,
And first set of white soft shoes,
Cut outs on the sides with pink bunnies,
too?
My grandfather's first birthday card
to me, beautiful as brand new.
Written with his shaky hands,
Oh, he was such a sweet and kindly
man. Grandpa, how I miss you!
My wooden jewelry box with the toe dancer inside,
That twirled, when I put my little girl
jewelry to rest.
My spelling bee medal, how I cried over
that.
I wanted gold, but only got the bronze?
My brunette pigtails on my pillow,
Soaked in tears over that.
Moms want to remember how tiny and sweet we once were.
I, too, dream of my daughter and her
little buggy and dolls.
The smell of her hair, her sweet arms
around my neck as she kissed me goodnight.
These are things we Mothers simply
cannot forget.
The candle and brightness of them always
in our melancholy hearts lives.
Then, they bring over our grandchildren!
And the candle grows brighter than ever.
There's ever so much more to give!
Panagiota Romios
3/21/2019
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