~MOM~

When I was just a little girl
Some things I did not know
But now that I am grown
I remember from long ago.....

When I was very little
And nighttime came to be
Mom was always alongside my bed
Saying my prayers with me

When I was very little
And there was my brother and me
Mom was always there
To help ease the pain of skinned knees

She was there early in the morning
Each day when I opened my eyes
She was there when I was sad
She was there when I cried

She was there when I was a teenager
Talking about the birds and the bees
She'd say, "now listen up gal,
this is the way it's supposed to be!"

When I was a young woman
She saw me walk down the aisle
Wiping tears from her eyes
Her voice trembled for a while

She was there standing at the foot of the bed
The day I made her "grandma" that first time
She looked at her tiny grandson
And said, "Gal, you did just fine."

She was there with me on the day
My life was so sad
Burying that little boy
The only grandchild she had

I was there when her time came
It was me who cried out "NO!"
And her saying, "Don't hold on"
"The Lord wants me to go"

Each year on Mother's Day
I remember my life with Mom
I'd give anything to have her back
I don't think that is wrong

For those whose mother's are living
Treasure what you have today
For I'll always wish my mom
Didn't have to go away

In Memory of my mom
Helen Joyce Cook 
1923-1982
Never Forgotten

©Sharon Bryant
 

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