A Mother’s Day Poem
My mother is gone forty years today
Half of my life almost to the day
So many memories of her are lingering still
So many moments that bring on chills
Stories I’ve written to recall her bright smile
Begin back eighty years when I was a child
I never felt lonely when she was around
This woman of grace I perceived with a crown
She always made sure I was fed and kept warm
Holding me close through so many storms
Taking me places with my dad or not
New adventures that now are my favorite spots
How can I ever thank her for those days
For her loving approach and her loving ways
So on Mother’s Day I conjure old thoughts
Of countless lessons each day she taught
Putting aside the few times we fought
Those were the times I got caught
There was never a moment in those first forty years
I would purposely create any unhappy tears
And in these last forty since she’s not around
I still love her and picture her wearing that crown.
— WOLRADA Poem from the Wolrad Collection #88
