By Rosie Preston
Just when I think that I’ve read all my mother’s poems, I find one that seems to match my life. I now understand much more about how our lives seems to coordinate. My mother was brilliant, but I never knew how much because I thought I knew it all during my youth. I now realize that I knew nothing at all.
Oh, dear mother, I miss you so much. That’s the way life is when our children are small. Then, slowly and haphazardly, the love they once had for us seems to slip away. Yet our memories live on in our hearts and minds, and we still keep them close, no matter how far away a child may wander.
A Special Day,
by Shirley Preston
I stole a day from days yet to be
This one day, especially for me
A day for laughter, smiles
With sudden loss of injured pride
To mock the swaying, trembling fear
Of loss, of youth and gain of age
One could write little notes of Love
All eager thoughts and yearnings bared
Treasures of silent tears I weep
Like the flying of a falling leaf
Where vine-covered trees grow tall
You mentioned was the reason why
I craved a gift, too great
A goal not won, still I am glad
For all I go unsatisfied
Holding onto memories of
The children’s youth when the
Innocence of smiles, joy, and
Dancing was all it took
To fill this empty heart so
You all may grow up and
But my love and memories will
Never go away!
Keep Smiling, Rosie
Please send me a poem or short story at firstname.lastname@example.org. I would love to publish it!