'Just Mom's Memories' Poem by Linda Winchell

It wasn't till of late, that I really realized
just what my life, has meant to me.
It was more than just being a wife and mom
They were all my irreplaceable, past memories.

Like watching you, take your first steps
being there to catch you, if you fell.
And watching your first tooth come in
that's what I remember, oh so well.

Then the memory of, your first day at school
and how I missed you, and hated to let you go.
Or just watching you play, with your toy cars
lining them up, in your toy car, lane of rows.

The first day that your daddy, took off your training wheels
and how I covered up my eyes, as you road away!
I remember all of these, my past memories
as if they had happened, just yesterday.

When you spoke your first word
even though it was, 'Da, Da', that you said.
Or sitting to help you read through a book
the first book, 'Mr. Pines Purple House'
was what you read.

Just Old Mom's memories? Oh no son!
They're much more than that!
They are a piece of my life's story, with you my son
taking me, all in my years ago, way back!

You're grown now and married
your brother with two son's now, of his own.
And you? Not a father wanting to be
making memories now, only for you and your wife alone.

One day you too, might wander back in time
if only to some, forgotten, distant past memory.
And I hope that you'll remember my son
Just what MY memories, have meant to me.

'Merry Christmas'
Love Mom