IF you got lucky as a kid and got a good mother,
one who was sometimes 'mean'....for-your-own-good,
but other times seemed 'so good' you seemed to smother...
under her loving wings, cherish the thoughts of your childhood,
AND let her know that you know she 'cared'...when she was 'mean',
and that you wouldn't be as good a person as you are now, without her!
BUT if you, like so many kids, have grown into adulthood without saying “Thanks” …..
as much as you think, now, you SHOULD have, don’t worry. I think that is “normal”!
(August 27, 2015)
I wish I could thank my mother, but she has been gone since 1959. After she passed away, I couldn't remember if I had ever told her that I loved her. I probably had, but I just couldn't remember doing so. It bothered me. So I made sure I told my father that I loved him more than once while he was still alive. And now I tell my wife, my siblings, my children, grandchildren...
Yes, thank, thank your mother while you still can- and I was such an infuriating little brat when I was little- don't know how she put up with me! If you can read this, Mom... Thank you! (And thank you, Briny, for making me remember!)
My mother was a wonderful human being. An artist, a poet, a nurse. She was perfect in my recollection. I wish I could thank her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could not find a better trio (perhaps) to comment on my poem. Alas, only one, Kim, is active here now it seems. Thanks, guys. bri : )