For those of you whose mothers are still alive, appreciate them, honor them, and show your love to them daily. At the young age of 21 I lost my mom to colon cancer. She was only 58 when she passed on and by a miracle of God that was 3 years longer than the doctors had given her to live. I wonder often if my life would have been different had my mom been around for most of it. I learned at 21 that you have to make the most of the time we have with others, because none of us are promised another day or another moment. Life is too short to hold grudges, and letting anger or hurt come between you and someone you love only ruins your life. I was blessed to be able to stay with my mom in the hospital her last few weeks of life, and during that time my mom shared a great deal of wisdom with me, and more than a few memories of when she was young. As she spoke, I wrote each word down in a notebook, which I’ve since handed down to my oldest daughter as a memory of her grandmother who she remembered with love. Since Mother’s Day is this weekend, I decided to post a poem I wrote for my mom on the 2nd anniversary of her passing on.
In the midst of my sorrow,
I feel joyful tears.
Though she’s not around today,
I will see her in future years.
She was dear, kind, and sweet,
All the things that make a mother.
She forgave all the things I did.
To me, there could be no other.
She taught me right from wrong,
Although I often chose the wrong way.
When it turned out bad, she picked me up,
And showed me how to start a new day.
For the pain I put her through,
And the love she gave to me,
I know she did the best she could do,
Back then I didn’t, but now I see.
It’s funny how you never realize
Until the time is too late,
How good things were and how she cared,
Then you know as a mom she was great.
She shared the many tears you shed,
Your love, your hopes, and your joys.
She shared you many problems,
Whether school, family, or boys.
Her wish for you was always the best,
Only hoping for that which was good,
But then you chose all the rest,
Instead of that which you should.
She still stood by you,
And yes, she still cared,
If you had just realized
How well you really fared.
She may have yelled, or spanked you,
A couple of times or more.
She did it because you did things wrong.
You know, it hurt her to the core.
It’s not easy being a mom.
You see, I finally know it.
My mother was my role model,
And in her mold, I hope I fit.
Like I said, my mom is gone.
She went to Heaven’s sunny shores.
I know that I did her wrong,
I pray you don’t do the same to yours.
One day, I pray and not to long
I’ll join my Mom in Heaven above.
There I’ll be able to tell her what she meant
And share with her my love.
I love you, Mom, and I’ll see you one day in Heaven!