A Very Special Mother’s Day PostPosted: May 8, 2022 Filed under: Poetry, Writing to be Read | Tags: Mother's Day, Mothers, Poetry, Tribute to Moms, Writing to be Read 6 Comments
Mothers are Special
A while back, I put out a call for poetry about why you think your mother is special. I wanted to do a special tribute to all mothers on their special day. I didn’t get the response that I had hoped for, but I did get one submission, from Robbie Cheadle, which is pretty special all on its own.
There she sits, small, and yet so tough
Always ready to tell us when enough is enough
Our number one fan when things go well
Always there to help us up, when down we fell
Her home cooked meals are a delightful thought
As are the important messages which, to us, she taught
The best ways to get a cake to rise
Never to tell our friends or family lies
How to eat nicely with a fork and knife
How a little kindness goes a long way in life
Amazing mom, we are blessed to have you near
As you are the person, we hold most dear
Thanks Robbie, for sending this. I can see your mother was quite special to you.
I know my mother was a special person. She was kind and considerate, and she’d offer the shirt from her back if she thought it might help another. My mom was a fixer. She hated it when there was any kind of conflict and would strive to find a way to make things right and smooth things over, a trait which I seem to have inherited.
My mom was a sucker, and people often took advantage of her. I remember when she traded away the diamond ring she had longed for all of her life because I wanted a trampoline. She didn’t have the money for the trampoline and when the trampoline owner offered to trade for the ring and my mom’s glass coffee and end tables, (which alone were worth more than the trampoline), my mother did it without a second thought. She did it because she wanted me to be happy. (I was an only child, and yes, a spoiled brat.)
Our home was a beehive of activity, with always something going on. My mom offered shelter to those in need and there was always someone coming or going. No one bothered to knock. Most folks knew that my mom’s door was always open.
My mother was a kind and loving woman, in spite of her faults. The thing she wanted most in the world was to be my best friend, and in many ways she was. I could tell her anything and know that I was still loved.
People took advantage of my mom and neglected her until her dying day. I tried to step in and stop it, but I was too late. I still miss her today and hold her memory dear.
Here I share the poetry that I wrote about my mother. I hope that you enjoy it.
I miss how your face lights up when you smile and makes you shine.
I miss having someone to turn to who trusts and believes in me.
I miss your kindness, and your generosity, your willingness to share.
I miss how you always see the glass as half- full.
I miss your energy and enthusiasm.
Most of all, I miss the way your arms enveloped me in your embrace.
I miss you, Mom.
Love you, Mom. ❤
Thank you all for reading.
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