My MomI 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:
What a tribute!
Wow! So many emotions and memories came flooding back. Made me cry...
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
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