Mom by Bob MacKinnon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A reminiscence of the vital role Mom played (and continues to play) in the lives of her children. At the time of the poem, she is turning 89 and she enjoys her life--past, present, and future.

Submitted: February 02, 2012

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Submitted: February 02, 2012



Over the years you nurtured and fed us.

When we acted badly, the riot act you read us.

You let us fail when we needed to learn,

But never stood by should we crash and burn.

Each Christmas was a special time of year,

With stenciled windows and songs of good cheer.

We knew Santa was as real as he could be

From the piles of presents under our Christmas tree.

The lights bubbled and twinkled and shone so brightly,

Though not as brightly as your love for my sibs and me.

When Dad was away, you were always there.

We enjoyed our childhoods without care.

Time has passed as it always does.

How we miss that time that once was.

Now you face your eighty-ninth year.

With the life you led, have no fear.

We love you beyond all measure

And your life and love is our eternal treasure.

Everyone has a mother, that is true,

But no one does it better than you.

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