Mom-Ories Poem by Jim Yerman

She's no longer here…but I like to keep her near
because that's what children do
So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme
I like to relive a memory…or two

Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day
to be patient, kind-hearted…nice
How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving
How she lived a life of love and sacrifice.

Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook
How she was not afraid to weep
how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake
and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep?

How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance
If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it.
How when I'd berate her…or told her how I hate her
She knew deep in her heart…I didn't mean it

How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed
yet, somehow, she was never out of style
And what about those nights…when I'd wake up in a fright
how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile.

She treated my friends old or new like they were family too
She seemed to make the whole world bright
And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad
She brought color to my world of black and white.

How her impact never died…she continues today to guide
my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it.
I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her
but in my heart and soul…I'm pretty sure she knew it.

Despite the fact she's gone…I could go on and on
and I will when I am by myself…alone
But I'm sure each one of you have your remembrances too
so I'll leave room now…for memories of your own: