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-

“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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Kurt this is a lovely, most beautiful tribute to your beloved mother. That little hand squeeze was a huge message from her heart and spirit.
Phyllis she was a wonderful woman and taken way to early in life… thank you for your kind comments..
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
It is an awful disease and I would not wish it on my worst enemy Paul, thank you for stopping by..
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.
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…