My Mother- A reshare on Mother’s Day

My mom would have been the perfect paradigm of my ideal

Had she lived long enough for me to know her as an adult

Her life finished when she was just twenty six years old

I never got the chance to develop memories of her as a person

Life for her was short and her journey ended where for other, it begins

Her thoughts slide into my mind often and needless to say that

I miss the motherly touch, the words of wisdom that she might have

Imparted to me, had she been alive when I became old enough to value

The love and devotion only a mother can give to her child each and every day

Today and every day, I salute the mothers, who with selfless love give their children

All the confidence they need to face this world and to stand strong on their own

 ( I wrote this poem a couple of  years on Mother’s Day)

I have included this prompt;

Word of the day Challenge;




53 thoughts on “My Mother- A reshare on Mother’s Day

  1. Another thing we have in common… I lost my mother when I was very young. What made it even more difficult is that the family pretended that she hadn’t existed. They never spoke about her. I only have one memory … and a very few photos and even less information. But I credit her with giving me life everyday.

    Tough my step mother(s) filled in some gaps – and I became a mother myself… I realize that any adult who supports a child needs to be gifted credit.

    May her memories be for blessings. And may you too, have a wonderful Mother’s Day.

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    1. Thanks Jules. Coincidentally, that happened in my home too as my father remarried and my real mom was never mentioned. You’re right that all those who raise a child deserve the credit.

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