cheryl davis miller
Missing Mom - Poem by cheryl davis miller
I've thought of Mom a lot today
as Mother's Day draws near.
Remembering the little things
I've missed of her this year.
Like how she loved vegetable soup
or soup of any kind.
A yard sale and the Dollar Store;
where treasures she would find.
Slippers made of gold lame and
dusters in every hue.
A simple gift from one of us
no matter what; would do.
I miss sharing life's ups and downs
in her I could confide.
No matter right; no matter wrong
she'd still be on my side.
I miss her smile; I miss her wit;
her humor, and her love.
I miss her but I know some day
I'll meet her up above.
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
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