Thinking of you on Mothers Day

Thinking of you on Mothers Day – Life usually brings us beauty and harmony in numbers – the more the better. No one wants to look skyward in the dark of the night and see one star, we want to see hundreds or thousands. We never get tired of seeing a sunrise, sunset, and rainbows, and wish for a better one in the days ahead. One rose is sweet, but a dozen is better. This is all true except for one thing. We only get one Mother. In my case she, all by herself was more beautiful than the stars, sunsets, sunrises, rainbows and all the roses in the world. Thinking of you on Mothers Day.

My Mom passed away in her sleep suffering from dementia on May 31st, 1997. – 2 poems-

My Mom is on the top step

“Mom”
Many hours and days I spent with her,
Trying to reach, to get her mind to stir.
When together, I tried to act like nothing was amiss,
While her mind was adrift in a dark abyss.
Hoping that the Mother I knew was deep inside,
But always knowing the Mom I loved had already died.
By Kurt James

“Mom, My Angel”
Today, for reasons I do not know why,
Mom, thinking of you brings a tearful eye.
Had a dream the night before you died,
You told me, whatever happens, try not to cry.
That night during our visit with your mind adrift,
You squeezed my hand, to make my spirit lift.
Somehow you knew my heart and soul,
I would need more of you for self-control.
One hand squeeze was all I needed from you,
I knew the Lords time for you was long overdue.
Later, I felt your spirit in the darkness of the night,
As the Angels helped your spirit, take flight.
Mom, a gentler soul there never will be,
Because the Lord lived in your heart for all to see.
Many years later when sadly thinking of you,
My angel, touches my soul, my sadness subdued.
By Kurt James 

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The rugged beauty of the Colorado Rockies foothills shaped Kurt James’ life from birth, with the ever-present sight of snow-capped peaks and the constant whisper of the wind. Having spent twenty years amidst the wide-open spaces of South Dakota, Kurt’s connection to his family’s western Kansas heritage remains strong; he recalls the tallgrass prairie and the endless blue skies. Over time, Mr. James developed a deep appreciation for the landscapes and history of the American West, spending countless hours exploring its rugged beauty and studying its unique culture. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS, all well-known Denver, Colorado media sources, have highlighted the powerful and evocative work of poet and novelist Kurt James. Focusing on Old West history, Kurt contributes feature articles to HubPages and Creative Exiles, exploring the eerie silence of ghost towns, the thrilling tales of outlaws and gunfighters, and the evocative imagery found in the Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s early admiration for writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand played a significant role in honing his skills as a storyteller. Twenty-one books (and counting!) transport readers to the Colorado Rockies and the Old West through Kurt’s vivid descriptions; the feel of rough-hewn cabins, the sounds of coyotes howling under starry skies, and the smells of campfire smoke and sagebrush are all palpable. Find Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry—published by Midnight Wind Publishing—in print copies or digital downloads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other excellent bookstores; explore the diverse range of formats available. Currently in production - The 10th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Lee Moomaw Former Lawman. Kurt is a proud member of the Western Writers of America, a group that values storytelling.

6 thoughts on “Thinking of you on Mothers Day

    • May 14, 2017 at 5:45 PM
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      Phyllis she was a wonderful woman and taken way to early in life… thank you for your kind comments..

  • May 15, 2017 at 4:23 PM
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    Lovely piece Kurt. Sorry your mother had to go through that awful disease. At least towards the end she was able to give you a glimmer of her soul. Lovely piece my friend. ~Paul

    • May 17, 2017 at 7:30 AM
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      It is an awful disease and I would not wish it on my worst enemy Paul, thank you for stopping by..

  • May 16, 2017 at 5:16 AM
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    Very sad poems, but beautiful in their own way. A lovely tribute, Kurt. My own mother passed away about ten years ago. It was quite sudden and still a shock to me.

  • May 17, 2017 at 7:31 AM
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    Thank you for seeing the beauty in the sadness John. I truly meant it to be that way. Sorry to hear about your own mother…

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