In Memory of my Dear Mother

It looks like 2016 came in with a roar. My son survived the fiery racing accident in February and still has 4-6 months of rehab, but my mother went to be with the Lord March 24. She was almost 98 years old, so I’m thankful I had her that long, but that doesn’t make the parting any easier.

In a few more days, I’ll get back to the business of writing and blogging, but for now I’d like to post these poems to honor Mom. I wrote them years ago but never showed them to her.

Quiet Gray by Deborah Owen

She got her way with temper fits

And maybe stretched the truth a bit

Made Dad so mad he could have spit

But made me laugh… she had such grit

– My Mom

 

Born without grace and no fanfare

She’d quiet us with just one stare

To say a word, we would not dare

Tender Paradox led in prayer

– My Mom

 

She’s older now, a quiet gray

We’ll have a docile Mother’s Day

Seems strange to have her now this way

To keep her long, that’s what I pray

– My Mom

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 Hour Glass by Deborah Owen

She walks with halt and shuffling feet

Her high-step days are gone

A face of roadmap lines runs deep

Unpainted lips are drawn

 

But on each Mother’s Day I see

the mom who played with me

We baked mud pies and choc’late cakes

and topped them off with tea

 

Of childhood days I often think

to fill my heart with cheer

Of all the moms I could have had

She’s mine! My mother, dear.

 

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