In Memory of Mom and Dad
by
June Nazarian
copyright 02-28-2008
Age Rating: 1 to 127
I climbed the steep stairs to the attic above
In a dusty old box were their letters of love
On crumbling paper untouched for so long
My heart skipped a beat as I read their sweet song
"My wonderful Rose, the best flower of all
Fresher than spring and more vibrant than fall
I miss your green eyes and your beautiful smile
Your cute bashful ways and your "it girl" style."
"Oh Raymond my darling I hope you can see
Your gentle, kind nature is perfect for me
When they first introduced us I turned crimson red
There was nothing about you that didn't turn my head."
I devoured the box from letter to last
Their most private moments from times long past
Pure innocent charity shone through each line
I'm ever so grateful these parents were mine
Dear Mom, dear Dad, there's a tear in my eye
You've taught me how life makes you laugh and they cry
But cry I will not for your lesson to me
Is that joy follows sorrow eternally
A/N: Today is the first anniversary of my mother's passing, my father a few years ago. I miss them.
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Your love for parents is very strong, and you put that down so nicely. Memories are very important aren't they? But we also have to remember that they want us to keep smiling now, and they never wnat us to be sad. As I said, keep writing!
Thank you for this! For letting us know that the the real meaning of love and life goes beyond the petty squalor in which we find ourselves, and our children, more and more mired, every day. Your writing offers proof that Universal Love and Goodness aren't generational pipe dreams. It also lets me, if none other, know that Richard is a very lucky man as you are both fortunate together.
What can I say? The meter bounces along something like a greeting card and lends some needed uplift to what could be a very depressing vwerse. I somehow admire people who can cry at the passing of a loved one. When my mother died a few years ago I couldn't find a tear to shed although I loved her very much. About all I could do was read Revelation 21:4,5 at the gravesight. Then I felt a tightening in my chest, but the tears wouldn't come. Strangely, I DID cry, copiously, when my kitty had to be put to sleep. Go figure.
i havent been to pnp for a while now and this is one of the first poems that I have read...I think I;m getting hooked again because this is awesome...I love this tribute!!!