IF you got lucky as a kid and got a good mother,
one who was sometimes 'mean'....for-your-own-good,
but other times seemed 'so good' you seemed to smother...
under her loving wings, cherish the thoughts of your childhood,
...
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I wish I could thank my mother, but she has been gone since 1959. After she passed away, I couldn't remember if I had ever told her that I loved her. I probably had, but I just couldn't remember doing so. It bothered me. So I made sure I told my father that I loved him more than once while he was still alive. And now I tell my wife, my siblings, my children, grandchildren...
Yes, thank, thank your mother while you still can- and I was such an infuriating little brat when I was little- don't know how she put up with me! If you can read this, Mom... Thank you! (And thank you, Briny, for making me remember!)
My mother was a wonderful human being. An artist, a poet, a nurse. She was perfect in my recollection. I wish I could thank her.
I could not find a better trio (perhaps) to comment on my poem. Alas, only one, Kim, is active here now it seems. Thanks, guys. bri : )