Momma

To my mother I give this poem I titled “Momma’s Boy”.

As far back as I can remember you showed me the way,
Quick to point me in the right direction when I would stray.

From the bowling alley to the nursery to pick up plants in the van,
I would run off and after me you ran.

I remember once I feel asleep in the tires and could not hear you call,
I woke to the police and fire department, you had called them all.

This was the first time I remember feeling loved as you griped me tight,
The tear of joy running down your face seeing that momma’s boy was alright.

I remember you dressing me in clothes I did not like,
Picking me up when I would fall off my bike.

You holding me tight telling me it will be ok,
Unconditional love is what you gave to me, each and everyday.

I remember growing up helping you do those daily tasks,
I remember seeing you try and try but waiting to ask.

Life is not fair and I learned that quick,
A women so beautiful and perfect that God made sick.

Growing up praying every night for God to make you well,
Out in the streets up to him I would often yell.

AS I grew older and stronger, becoming a man,
You were getting sicker and sicker not able to stand.

Lifting you to get dressed and to sit on the pot,
Taking off your sweater when you would get hot.

Trying to do your make up and hair so it was just right,
I am sorry for every time I put up a fight.

You did the best you could with everything that you had,
I could not have asked for a stronger, more capable loving mom or a better dad.

I stand here today knowing my mom brought all of us so much joy,
Today I am a man, but I will always be my momma’s boy!