Mother Poem

A mother looks back fondly on raising her child and she wants that child to know it was always a privilege to be a mom.

Thoughts Of You

© Paula Stone
Memories of another time still come
To me and fill my mind, with thoughts
Of you when you were young. I lie awake
‘Till the morning sun comes creeping
Through my window shade, as I dwell upon
Mistakes I've made. What I would give to
Go back in time and feel you’re little
Hand in mine. To cherish each fast and
Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss
Away, each pain that life will have in
Store and try to give you so much more.
You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me. While I'm
Here, I want to say, that I've loved you
Each and every day and when my time on
Earth is gone.
The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • This poem touched me very deeply. I am 83 years old now and never knew my mother. She died when I was 5 weeks old. I have had the privilege of having one wonderful son. Unhappily, he has had Parkinson's Disease since he was in his 40's and he is now 59. He also had tongue cancer and by the grace of God survived.
    This poem will let him know that I was there as his mom through all the pain and suffering that life has brought his way. Thank you. It is lovely.

    Lois Witherspoon Submitted Jul 2011
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  • My 19 year old daughter was murdered this summer, and she lived and suffered for many days after the shooting, and 29 hellish hours after life support was removed. My birthday is in 2 days, and although I cry every day, somehow this just seems worse. She was so wonderful and thoughtful on holidays and especially my birthday. I miss her so very much, and would give up 10 years of my life to see her, hold her, and talk to her again for even a few moments. Thank-you for this poem. She was 19 and we did not see eye to eye, and now she will never grow up and become close with me again, as so many daughters do.

    Natasha, Washington State Submitted Dec 2011
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