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Remembering Mommy

Mommy & Me

There are those days that I would

Love to put on repeat

Those days when all is right in my

World and the sun shines and warms

Every fiber of me

Everybody finds favor in me and I

Don’t have to struggle to be productive –

The living is easy

The days when memories coddle me

And not send me into insolation to regroup

Where there is a song in my heart

As momma used to sing……”when the

Red, red robin goes bop, bop, bopping

Along” and I feel light and free.

Those are the days I want to share with

Her – the days when I remember something

Sweet and special about her, the days

When I’m sure she’s with me and proud

And smiling……she seemed always to

Have a smile

As I press on, I remember to keep my head

Up, I remember her faith and undying spirit

Of hope…..”The substance of things not seen”

But the assurance that somewhere afar off

reality presses forward so close ready

For the taking

These are the days that I would love to

Put on repeat – like that song in your head

That you can’t seem to let go of

And although I know it can’t last forever I’d like

To seal this day somewhere deep inside me

And reach down and grab it when the days get dark

Maybe I just need to remember mamma

On those days and summon up that spirit of

Forever sunshine……….

Sun beams falling down on me…..

Take a sip of sunshine

Add a little kindness and sweeten it with a smile

Here’s to you mommy!!

5 Responses

  1. That made me smile, and I’m sure it made your Mommy smile in Heaven. Beautifully written expression…

  2. So beautiful, J! Though your sweet & loving mommy has transitioned to that beautiful place, called heaven, her love & smiles are manifested in & through you here on Earth. I feel your love for her & I love this tender poem bestowed upon her as the mother, you adored & loved so deeply❤️ I would have loved knowing her.

  3. What a gorgeous picture- you two ladies smilin’ and stylin’ 😍 I do remember your mom with a smile on her face, but not to be messed with! Memories of love are always sunbeams.

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