My Mom
This is my mom, she passed away almost five years ago. She was an amazing woman and person in general. She gave me all the love I could ask for and gave me my adventurous spirit. As well as my creative side. She has always been an inspiration in my life and taught her little boy well about life and how to live it. I hope to live life to the fullest and experience as much of it as I can, to honor her as that is what she always strived to do in hers. So to her this page and all the things in my life are dedicated.
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Mom and me (destined to be a lifeguard)
Here is a poem I wrote that at first I thought dealt with the feeling that my mom gave into her depression and gave up on life. Now as I read it again, I notice that it is more about how her spirit and life had touched so many others and that her flame does truly continue to burn. Hope you like it:
The candle flame of life flickers from time to time
As hardships come and go
Some burn out with the slightest breeze
Some fight against the wind, but slowly fade
I say to you let your flame burn feircely against the winds of life
Do not allow a breeze, a gust or even a gale vanquish you
Let your flame burn brilliantly in the face of these
Alas, your candle will one day be gone, but your flame can burn for an eternity
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Mom and I off on an adventure to California
Even though my mother is no longer around and I do miss her terribly each day still. Just for the little things like being able to call her up and tell her what I've been up to or for us to laugh about some stupid little thing together. I no longer have anything tangible of her, other than the thousands of pictures she always took, which she was famous for and a sole video, that allows me to hear her voice for a bit now and then. Although I can't reach out and give her a hug or see her smile or hear her laugh, she is still with me. I can still feel the love she had for me and all the things that she had taught me about how to live and love life are still there inside me allowing me to do just that. My only regret is that I was never able to express it to her before she was gone, but I know she's around somewhere and can feel the same things that I do. I love you mom.
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Mom's amazing smile
An original poem of mine:
It seems like ages ago now
That your smile last graced my eyes
That your laughter lifted my spirit
That your touch warmed my soul
Yet each day you enter my mind
Through doors I believed sealed
Reminding me of those things so distant
My heart aches trying to reach yours
Yet each night my soul lies empty as I sleep
Holding tightly to precious memories that slowly fade
Hoping to feel that closeness again
A mother's love for her son
Though in my heart I feel it
And my spirit rises from the depths
To see the grace and love bestowed unto me
Through a son's love for his mother
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