Note to the reader: I give any reader permission to give this to their mother. Your mother deserves better than Hallmark. Although you should write your own, I understand not all have the ability. No need to ask or tell me you used this. Thank you for reading this piece I wrote for my mother.

To You


This isn't for you because this pales in comparison
For all the things you do for me, it is embarassing
Yet you endure me every sun and moon
Despite all the people in this world that thinks I'm a loon
But I don't want this to be about me
This is for all things you do, selflessly, for free
You don't deserve what the world has dealt you
Gold and jewels wouldn't be enough for all that you do
Maybe one day you won't have so many burdens
Or will be properly compensated
I can't promise either of those things
All I have are these words of gratitude
Thank you
I wish I could convey this sentiment better
I love you more than I could ever explain in this letter
Happy Mother's Day, even though you deserve a year or later

Words found in heart deep
Etched not in memory to keep
World formed in thoughts flow
Failed to ink lost as sand in a wind blow
Seeking it again in heart deep
Few fragment this memory keep
A rhyme lost
Born yet in moment lost

Smiles wash up on the shores of our lips,
hiding what really is concealed beneath
                                                                ­      each retreating swell.

Did you know that the little ones have thoughts of you still,
and that the littlest one even though she missed you
by only a few weeks.......... her smile you'd of loved.
She does ask about you, asking is she bringing sweets...
I still see you smiling on photos, eternal words in your features
never to fade, they are there still as if you weren't gone.


But Mother, Mum I do miss your laughter original
and unique. You put us all in that well brought up
place. You may have been gone for some time, but
your thoughts and memories are always around
even though I don't hear your voice anymore.
I hear you everyday and know that your love is
still within us all and your memory will always live on.....

I used to go to the Bryce Hospital cemetery
at night and sit on a tombstone overlooking the Black Warrior River .
I used to talk to the dead but I gave it up after none of them answered back .
Still I was at ease there in the dark amongst their remains . I had no fears , no worries , no thought of tomorrow . Just a gentle touch of acceptance . I guess you could call it peace .