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Remembering You...(Mama)
by Jean George
copyright 07-14-2005


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
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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07-24-2005 Stephen Washam    

A loving tribute to your Mother Jean. So many times we don't realize till we're older just how special they are and how much we take them for granted. Nicely done. Take care and Have fun. Steve


07-17-2005 James Shammas    

Just wonderful, well expressed and well conveyed! Not much can really be said. It speaks for itself!

Jim


07-15-2005 David Pekrul    

Mothers are indeed special and you have expressed this well. I used to watch my wife with our children and was always amazed in how she handled them with disipline and love. I know they wouldn't have grown up to be the kids they are today without her guidance.


07-15-2005 Brian Dickenson    

You just keep getting better. This is wonderfully written. I must admit that I had to read it twice to capture the rhythm. It was worth it. It's one I must try.

We all go through the stages you describe so well. I believe it's called 'growing up'.
Most do grow up. Unfortunately some do not, in attitude I mean.
One day I may write something on that.
Well done, Brian.



07-14-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

A mothers love is incomparable. If you have read the poems that I have written about my mother, then you know that is what I believe. If your mother is anything like mine (and I am Sure she is)she's the best and deserves all the praise and then some! This was great, Anthony


07-14-2005 Roger Crique    

This poem is a wonderful testament to the love and dedication of a parent, especially, mother! The eloquence and elegance depicted in this poem is truly touching. The child grows up and finally understands why mother had to do the things she did. My mother is very special to me and this poem re-enforces that feeling. Mothers do not grow on trees!


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