Mother Poem

Thinking of my mom is my happy place.

Thinking Of Mom

© Catherine McGhee


When I think of Mom, I think of all things good.
I think of a time when I felt safe.
Nothing makes me feel as safe as she could.
When I think of Mom, my heart feels a little lighter and if the sun happens to be shinning it shines a little brighter.
When I think of Mom, I see her face so clearly in my mind.
The shape of her nose and her eyes.
Her smile was oh so kind.
When I think of Mom, the world is not the same. Just the thought of my Mom can ease some of this worldly pain.
So I think of Mom all the time, whether I am happy or sad.
My Mom is just a thought away and that makes me very, very glad.

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Published: Feb 2006

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