My Mother: Edition 1
A poem about the only mother I ever want to know.
My Mother.
How good does it feel,
and how lucky am I
to be able to say that about you
When I was 18
You gifted me with many things,
how lucky was I
But one thing I never forgot
Was the poem
Your poem was pages
Upon pages
Of every part of me you have known
And how lucky am I
to have you
to know me
and to write about me
I lost this poem
I hope you have a copy
It may not be lost, it may just be at home
I hope it is
it was on my wall, pinned there for years
Sun drenched in all its glory
of being the best present
I have ever received
There is no occasion for this poem
like there was for mine
but why on Earth
Should I wait for an occasion
to write one back to you?
I should not, and so I won't
My mother,
Mum
The name I accidentally type into Facebook
every time I try to message you
The only person I will ever want when I'm ill
The person that can make anywhere feel like home
I think, that even if we were homeless
sitting beneath a building
it would still feel like home.
There would be blankets, and pillows
and somehow, you would probably come up with
a way to fashion a meal, out of nothing
Which brings me to your food
it would be strange not to mention it
or to not mention that
I miss it so much
The sandwiches you made in school
still go down in history
Sunday dinners,
are the next closest thing to feeling home
after you
We are not an affectionate family
and I apologize for that
maybe this poem
can be a lifetime worth of thankfulness?
You are incredible
and self-less
and beautiful
and wonderful
So many of my favourite memories are with you
At horse shows,
eating filled pasta
Having a flat tire in Danniverke,
and getting fried chicken from the four-square
Shopping trips,
where we both spend too much money
and too much time thinking about lunch
Holidays
where you get burnt, no matter where we are, or how much sunscreen you have on
and you plan dinner before you even wake up
Your advice
is always empowering
and never discouraging
you always want me to do what's best for myself
and to challenge anything
or anyone I don't believe in
and so I will, and I do
because of you
This poem could go on forever
but it won't
maybe one day, I will have enough time
enough paper and enough pens
to write down how wonderful you are
but I hope this is a good start
on a person's who's greatness
goes beyond the realms of mere words
So,
let me finish this first edition
of a poem for my mum
by saying
You are the best mum
in so many ways
but the absolute best part of you
is that you are mine
how lucky am I?
to get to say that
for eternity
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