Saturday, April 26, 2008

Remembering Mom

My Mom


I remember the little Christmas tree
With the big blue lights
You always liked blue

I remember your shiny, silvery dress
Hair in curls on top of your head
You looked like a movie star

I remember having pancakes for dinner
Dripping with syrup and butter
You made it such a treat

I remember staying up late, watching old movies
We loved curling up with you
You always cried in the sad parts

I remember the endless games we played
We had so much joy and laughter
You always made time for us

I remember how you painted our
Bedroom furniture with flowers
You said, every girl should have flowers

I remember your hands, riddled with arthritis
We continuously had a clean home
You said, always keep your dignity

I remember where others
Only saw poverty
I saw only a wealth of love

copyright Sherry Obsheatz

3 comments:

Id it is said...

What a tribute!

A life once lived said...

Wow! So many emotions and memories came flooding back. Made me cry...

SunShine said...

I can't tell you how much this made me reflect on myself as a mother and inspire me. The word 'dignity' really came forth and she is absolutely correct. I think this poem was something of greater substance than a tribute. As a mother I could see this. She sounded like an incredible woman with a great amount of strength and love. And on a side note, I meant every word I said to your sister. People should try to reach out even with their words, because all it takes is the kindness of a word to lift one's spirits. I know that from both sides of that coin. Hugs xo