Once upon a time—
In a house, so long ago…
On a cold wintry night-- When all was drear.
There was joy, laughter, Love,
… and no fear,
for my Mother—
was there—
for me.
She prepared the food,
For all to enjoy.
All the trimmings to make it a special time.
Out of this came memories of love for us all...
The memories to last the life through.
The music was played,
We talked of old…
The relatives came from long far way.
They enjoyed my mother’s
Warmth and care.
They left,
Feeling
No fear.
It seems that’s long ago, But not more than an hour.
The warmth I feel will last a whole life through.
Once upon a time—
In a house, I imagine near…
On a spring-like day—Now all seems bright!
There is joy, laughter, Love,
… and no fear,
for my Mother—
is there—
for me!
C.J.P.M.
This poem was started the week I returned to St. Scholastica School after my mother’s death in the Winter, 1999. As I was thinking in the car on the way to school, I jotted down some words of what my mother meant to me over the years. When I arrived at school, I sat down at my computer and finished it off.
What a heartfelt poem, Chris. She must have been an amazing mother.
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