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Poetry From My Mother...

She wrote this as surely
as if it were with her own hand
She inspired me to look at
everyday things with new eyes.

She taught me to take the things
that life hands out
and make them new and exciting
To look at something small and insignificant
[in other eyes] and see the beauty

I did not always apply the lessons
that she taught me, to my own life
I made mistakes
She did not chasten me
she let silence and consequence
bring home the lesson

She led by example, forgiving slights
and outright abuse
She gave more of herself than she had to give
time and time again. She walked without fear
through the bad neighborhoods
because she believed in the goodness
of hearts, and forgave the one person that robbed her
because he was a cute, scared kid, [that probably needed it
more than her]

There was always a place at her table
a bed, wherever there was room to lie down
and an ear to listen to a tale of woe
Her family consisted of kids of all ages
any color, from anywhere, if they were our friends
they were her children and many still think
of her as a 'Mom'
She had heartbreak and sorrow, and she had love for all
and now, I see her reward was all the love she got back

There will be many tears, many stories of how she helped
and the memories of the moments
she shared of her life with others
All will have a piece of her, MY mom
and I won't be jealous, I'll be proud

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This was inspired by Tim [Rosewood Apothecary] from the poem for his mother. In his last words he says "A gift for my mother and he goes on to explain that he thinks that poetry is a magical gift from a mother as she carries a person in her womb. I took it one step further and explained how I think that it is not only a magical gift, but also one that a mother gives her children as she raises them. Thank you, Tim, ~ Geez. .
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Hi, Geezer,
What a tribute to your mother! I recall other pieces you've shared about your mother as you were growing up, and now as you care for her. I would agree, the foundation of your poetry would stem from the sincere and generous relationship you have with her. I would also agree that you are able to see "everyday things with new eyes" as expressed in so much of your work. Thank you for letting us meet your mother through your poetry.

L

I might add that I noticed this is not a rhyming poem, which I think is your norm. But for me, it feels so much more personal, genuine and inviting in free verse. Very special.

My mother passed away from this life last night and it was a blessing. She was in a lot of pain, and she disliked pills and medicine. She knew she was dying and wanted to be alert for all her many visitors of children and grandchildren. My nephew, [a favorite] persuaded her to take enough to ease the pain somewhat, but not put her out of it. She was very much loved and thrilled that I had posted the poems written for her on Neo. She was always interested in them and the ones about our life on East Main St. She remembered the incidents written about and delighted that I held those moments in my heart. I will carry her lessons with me for the rest of my days. Yes, you are right, this is not my usual style, but I wanted it to be like a letter to the people who knew her. I am glad that you have gained a sense of who she was through my poetry. Hopefully, I will finish the book of poems about life on East Main St. soon and dedicate it to my mother. Thank you again, for your condolences. ~ Geez.
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I'm so very sorry.
Many blessings to you and your family...and all your mother's innumerable friends.

L

You are most welcome. I’m honored by this inspiration you’ve found and touched by your beautiful and endearing poem.

Really great job,
Tim

Our deepest condolences and thoughts. Your mother was deeply loved by all of you and I am sure she is smiling.

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I am sure that you and my mother would have been fast friends. She truly appreciated the love and patience that a single mother has to have to raise her children. She had a great sense of humor and would have loved your children as she did her own. I told her about when Wendy and I used to watch your children as you worked, and she laughed at the antics of Kylee and Kote. Yes, I am sure that she is smiling at all the love expressed for her. She was humble and would say that she had done nothing special; just what any mother would have done. ~ Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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The privilege of meeting your mother once when I was pregnant for Kylee and she was very kind to me! I am sure they would have loved her as much as they do you and Wendy. :)

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