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I still remember you every hour of the day,
The memories clearer now and not so far away.
As I'm reminiscing, these old feelings, I explore,
And as each moment passes I then remember more.
For while I sit here,pondering, watching children play,
I see in their laughter what I couldn’t see before.
I think of the clown night-light and soft, sweet lullabies,
Our silly songs, nature walks, and making clay mud pies,
Learning Mother Goose, fairy tales and the golden rule,
The way you held my hand, when you walked with me to school.
You’d pick me up and softly wipe the tears from my eyes
And gently kiss away the hurt of kids being cruel.
I remember the birthdays with all my school playmates,
The days of jumping rope, hula-hoops and roller skates
And all the lovely costumes you made for Halloween,
That with my childish escapades, you remained serene.
Then came the mini skirt, school curfews and bad boy dates;
Thus, began the worst of times, when I turned sweet sixteen.
Wrapped in my lofty airs of righteous condescension,
I did the things I did just to defy convention.
Thoughtlessly embracing the rebelliousness of youth,
Never realizing how my behavior was uncouth,
As I played grown-up with no clue or comprehension
And spoke the many foolish things I mistook for truth.
The times I met your mother’s love with anger and tears,
Never showing sympathy for your worries or fears,
Just felt abused when you refused to see my point of view.
Then time passed slowly by and my understanding grew.
I think how patiently you endured those troubled years
And Mama, now with tears of love, I remember you.
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