Mom Memory Poems

Carnival Nights Poetry Contest
Robert James Liguori

There was a special carnival set in my memory
Rides, games, and food, cherished, and a prelude to our first kiss
And...

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"Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day" 

Years may come and years may go 
still the memory of her scent...

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I carry you with me 
Everywhere that I go.

In my eyes,
In my smile,
In the way I walk,
How I talk, 
Even how I act and dress.

I...

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Our cabin in North Carolina was built by Deborah’s mom and dad in 1983…
It rests on the side of a mountain…nestled in among the trees.

When...

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Like magic our tea was ready ...
Mom made tea time very special;
now it is just a memory -
On my table tea cups and pot,
pour...

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Spring in your eyes –
I feel it there,
the way they smile.
Like winter's heavy cloak,
the days of stress,
simply erased.

I fall in love every spring.
primavera –
the sound,
my...

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black cherry dusk skies
and moon rose, it was silver
butterfly quivers

the gemmed stars were out
and Mom tending blooms, singing
clematis clinging

jade dragonfly lake
comes again in memory
with anemones

Dad...

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If ever you were taken from me,
The sun would rise in mourning black,
And birds would fold their wings in shame
For mother  not to bring...

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Missing my Parents
Both are gone
Jesus is with me
I am never alone.

Rest my dear Parents
You've done your best
Remembrance in memories
Centuries, Decades, through Destiny
All the rest.

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I know I say this every time we visit our cabin in NC…
how wonderful it is to visit a place with so much family history.

And...

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As I remember, I was about six years old
the day Aunt Edie babysat.
Why weren't any of my brothers home?
Was Mom stressed with me? Maybe that. 

We...

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When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for...

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She taught me to pray
with hands that bruised the bread
and sometimes, me.

The kitchen smelled of cinnamon,
but the corners were quiet with grief.
I was loved--loudly, then...

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I have one memory of my father
Who was not my dad
There was a father,
he left.
There was no dad.
There were men who tried to be.
There were...

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I hear a little girl laugh
and see her sweet face
recall the days of play
the sweet cuddles and kisses
then, I am taken to her name engraved
and...

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