RoseAnn V. Shawiak Mom Poems

Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
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I've been there, taking care of my Mom out of love, doing
everything possible for her, loving her throughout it all.

Losing sleep, worrying I wouldn't be with her when she
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My Mom is my best friend - I can talk to her about anything.
Whether it's real or make-believe, Mom is there and she listens.
All those years of waiting in line for some attention - now grown-up and can see her alone just about whenever I want.
What I missed as a child doesn't matter so much anymore, because now my Mom is my best friend.
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Out of town, stopping a moment to call and talk to her Mom.
Sharing a little of what has been going on before hanging up, 'saying I love you and will be home in the morning'.
Mom listening, talking and then saying goodbye.
Daughter, not knowing as she hung up the phone, that this would be the last time she would ever hear her mother's voice again on earth.
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Troubles filled her life, yet she always smiled.
Everyone treated her with respect and everyone was her friend.
She was special in everyone's eyes.
Eight children took all her time, she had no time for herself, yet her sense of humor filled us all with joy.
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Remembering childhood, always being thin, all legs, Dad
calling me daddy-long-legs, a nickname that I took as a
compliment.
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Feelings of yesterday flow through happily, remembering being with
my two sons and Grandchildren for Mother's Day, both sons having
sent flowers by messenger.
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Violets shining in my mind, reminding me of good
times with my Mom.

Laughing, singing, looking at life together -
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In the darkness I feel my Mom, I want to go to her
but I cannot see, Mom doesn't speak to me, she has
no voice.
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Singing upon the stage, a member of the band is giving
his Mom a memory never to be forgotten throughout her life.

A tribute to a woman that has meant so much to him since
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Mom surprised by her son, who was hiding in a back room, she
hasn't seen him for some time now!

Band leader calling her up front for a surprise that's been
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Considering self very lucky having two sons, they're a light
in this life, having a passion for living life throughout the
years, also their little wonders, our ten Grandchildren.
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No memories of Mom being old and wrinkled, she was taken
at the age of 61, alive and young at heart, a wonderful
woman, an incredible human being, unafraid to laugh or cry.
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Nothing in this house is mine, putting day and nights in
365 days a year without a break, birthdays, Mother's Day,
Anniversaries, will always find me making my own cakes.
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Covered in sand-colored sleep, tired from this heavenly
journey of sisterly love.
Holding preciously beautiful moments of family life
cupped within memories of my soul.
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Why have you been taken from me? Where have you gone?
Human explanations just aren't enough when I miss my
Mother.
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Pictures hanging on the wall, remind me of memories
that made each one in our lives.
Walking down the hallway, remembering the goodness
and beauty brought into our lives because we loved
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Purple visions of violets sitting in my mind,
a message from beyond, one from my Mom.
Trying to protect me, hold me close in the
coming days of suffering alone in a hospital.
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Yesterday, taking me by surprise, in a song my Mom used
to sing when I was a little girl.
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This side of yesterday life was open and volatile,
awake with fervent desire.
Struggling to survive, raising children, being a
mom from the inside out.
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Feelings of hope and joy alight in clarity on a Mom filled with love for her two sons.
All the world is lit up when they are with her, their independence and freedom as adults are held closely in her unconditional heart.
Tears spill about her face, happy and sad at the same moments in time,
knowing life is constantly moving with no way to stop or slow it down.
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Mom, can you see me?
I'm a person - a boy - a man.
My life is here - it is now.
I believe in it.
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Peaceful serenity faithfully touching my soul
with it's soothing comfort against sorrow.
Reminders of Mom's death sneak up behind and
push their way with memories of personality
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