Looking back, I know you had a bad
life, I understand the pain you endured
as a child, I know that now and feel
badly that before we couldnt have
reached this platu with one another
Seeing your smile, always reasured
me that all was right, watching you
dress, with your pretty clothes and
with the beautifull matching underwear
with lace and soft satin all with
beautifull aroma of your lingere drawer's
sachet, still registures in my mind
Tweed Cologne, with Channel No.5
each of them remind me of you and
how pretty you were to me when you
had your makeup on and all dressed
to go out with Daddy
I sit here holding your hand, and
can recall like yesterday the aroma
of your baked apple pies
Mother, please know, you did the very
best with what you had, I know that
now as an adult and know you will be
leaving soon, but before you go
please know that I love you.......
What a beautiful poem about your mother. I loved how well you expressed your feelings. I too remember the days of my mom dressing up and the smells of her perfume. Wonderful images and deep feelings of love for your mom, here. A ten!
nice ending, this poem, didnt follow alot but it tells a good tale good writting
Bonnie this is a beautiful piece. thank you for it. It reminded me of my dream. At the end of last year, I had a recurring dream, in it, every night i would go home and help my parents on the farm, after sometime, life became the dream and i literally used to wonder where I was.. Thank you.
This poem brings about a beautiful description of your memories.. Enjoy it much..
Bonnie Such an understanding you have of your Mother and how she did the best that she could. As children we have no understanding of how the job of Motherhood is not an easy one. And, I love the sense of smell you used to bring another depth to this poem. Lovely! Karin Anderson
Oh what a beautiful memory. It is nice to be remided of the little things. I am sure that you will treasure this memory always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bitter-sweet remembrance of a mother that did her best and a daughter that understood. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥