Thinking of Mom.

As morning washed over me I took a moment, a thought, time...
a child who was no more then a burden now thirty-nine,
never once did I take the easy way, she knew it wasn't me
son off to college,my baby now 13, dose she see?
I found true love, a wonderful wife, and planted my tree
I washed away my sins took what life gave me and let it be,
happy and humbled loved and looked to some one I want to be,
now theres no here to say there proud of me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Skyles-Theoklapoet Avatar
January 6, 2010 at 1:04 PM
Fabulous read.Thank you for your kind comment.Teresa
Allison Avatar
November 27, 2008 at 9:30 AM
Nice poem, thanks for sharing. I fortunately still have my mom (sadly 300+ miles away) but have lost my dad - of whom I wrote a poem for. You think your parents are gonna be around and when they pass on, its heartbreaking.
Richards Avatar
October 9, 2008 at 9:20 AM
I could really indentify with this poem. My mom died when she was only 46, and all these years later, I still long for her to see what has become of my life. She never knew my children, and now they are grown. What I would give to see how wonderful her grandchildren are, and feel her arms around me again. A touching poem, Michael. ~Carrie
Foulk Avatar
July 25, 2008 at 9:05 AM
yes you do feel empty when you lose your mom. both my mom and dad are gone. this was a heart felt piece of poetry. and thank you for reading my poem Sunshne of my life and for your comment
Winter Avatar
July 22, 2008 at 5:41 AM
I know that feeling. It's sad and empty and one we must live with. Perhaps somehow they are near, and know. This one so tugged at my heart. Love, Shar
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