Tag Archives: Daughters and Mothers

Remembering Mother

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To My Beloved Mother

                 By Melba Christie

Today I remember you in deep thought

with gratitude for all you taught me

I remember the few times you laughed with gusto;

which was often when you played with your grandchildren;

or they gave you an unexpected kiss.

I remember your beautiful hands;

And the way you brushed my hair 100 times to make it shine.

I remember how you talked to your plants to make them grow

And all the dreams you helped me to sow

I remember the love you had for my dad;

Even when he passed,

The love never left your heart.

I remember your old sayings

which I often find myself repeating.

I remember your courage and strength;

I remember you would go any length

to help your family and friends

I remember how brave you were to the very end.

Today I miss you more than ever

And hope you how much I loved you.

The Flower of My Town

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Gardening and my mother are on my mind today. So once again I would like to share this poem.

Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

The flower of my Town

There is a song my mother sang

about the flower of her town

apparently it sprung up all around,

All you had to do was look at it

and it would make you smile.

The claim is no one who lived there

ever carried a frown.

Old wives told her that the reason

why hummingbirds loved to hover over

was because as legend had it

the flower was a long lost lover.

The magical bird and the beautiful red flower

had been human at some point in time

but the wrath of one mythical god

changed them forever

for no reason and no rhyme.

The bird destined to find its beloved

hovers over every red flower it sees

hoping one day it may recover

the love it lost and could never get over.

My mother the romantic believed that a love so true

had to end in happiness like in…

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Coming to America

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I re-blogged this poem in honor of my mother. I can’t imagine what she would say about all that is happening right now. I hope she is not too worried.

Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

PHOTOS FOR KEEPS 465

Coming to America

She was only 18 years old

Her heart raced in her chest

like galloping stallions on the finca

they left on the island of emerald-green.

Soon their ship would pass by Lady Liberty;

All decks were packed with passengers

Some would salute proudly,

others knelt thankfully

as if at church,

but she simply held her breath

like when you get ready to

blow-up a balloon at a birthday party.

Her dreams danced in her head

like her favorite dancers Fred Astaire

and Ginger Rodgers.

She envisioned herself looking out

her bay window framed with lace curtains

as her two young girls jumped rope.

She imagined her Cape Cod home

surrounded by a three-foot white picket fence,

daffodils and daisies leaning comfortably against it.

That was her American Dream.

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She knew there was hard work ahead

No one said it would be easy

her heart reminded her everyday

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Now and Forever – In Memory of My Mom

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“Now and Forever”

was the song playing on the radio

that lonely morning

as I drove to see you one

last time.

I could not sleep

thinking you might not last

through the night

and you did not.

“you are a part of me

now and forever,

and

Sometimes I wish I could always be with you

The way we used to do”

You were always there for me

and I miss you so much.

It has been 19 years to the day

you decided not to stay

and I know deep in my heart

why you could not

and it’s O.K.,

I know you found the way

to heaven.

Dear Mom,

“And I think about all the words between us

That never needed to be spoken”

“Now and forever

I will always think of you.

Now and forever

I will always think of you.”