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
That made me smile, and I’m sure it made your Mommy smile in Heaven. Beautifully written expression…
I love the photo.
I also love the picture and the poem. Great way to relax at the end of the day.
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.
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.