Mom - Poem by Joe Rosochacki
CASMIRA ISABELLE POLANIEC/ (Cassie) ROSOCHACKI our beloved mom,
To all of us, Bobby, Pat, Diane, Joey, and Mary which you called us,
Happy Mothers Day, to you, from all of us.
How's DAD and PAT?
You would be amazed at the technology today,
no more typewriters, or mimeographs, no more huge TV sets,
to get in the way
(our mom was partial to ZENITH, from Spectrum TV on Conant St.,)
She was Miss Cassie, she was the secretary/mom/nurse/ etc. of the school,
(After all my siblings and I were attending school)
to a lot kids that attended Our Lady Queen of Apostles Grade School,
(There's a lot of school in this observation)
She retired from Q of A, and had an active life with seniors in the area.
I still feel her presence at times, though she died several years ago.
Telling me 'Joey do this or Joey you should that.'
That I know.
I am in Cumby, Texas, (far away from Hondo, Texas,
where you visited Dad before he was shipped off to the Philippines back in WWII) married to Judy, whom you haven't had the pleasure meeting,
because of time and space did not permit it.
She takes good care of me and loves me in all ways.
I received an email via Poemhunter by a poet Ata Khan
From Islamabad, Pakistan,
who wrote 'Z'ma Mor (My Mother) '.
There's a similarity between you and Ata's mom,
Did you meet her in a special place reserved in heaven for just moms?
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