Happy Mother’s Day, Mom

 Happy Mother’s Day, Mom

By a Grateful Son

 We have not figured out this riddle down here, Mom:

The mood shifts,

The happy faces,

The lonely times,

The Haves

The Have Nots,

The Love,

The Hate,

The Good,

The Evil.

Hearkens me back to Childhood days with you, Mom:

Boarding house days,

Your home cooking,

Your long work hours,

Your difficult choices,

Your body bruises,

Your reassuring smiles,

Your devotion to God,

Your heart’s charity,

Your devotion to Family.

 *

Your Love was shown in so many ways, Mom:

Through the gentle bedtime caress,

Through the selfless hours of toil,

Through the Faith you never lost,

Through countless heart agonies,

Through days of grievous pain,

Through a tangled life and time,

Through courage and hardship,

Through unimaginable sorrow,

Through all seasons and times.

*

My wish is that you know my forever Love,

There, where you now abide with God.

There in a safe and sacred dimension,

There in the Love and Grace you sought.

There surely where you can now smile,

There where you watch in milli-seconds,

There where the good and righteous dwell,

There where Mortals can only imagine,

There where Earth’s mysteries are riddles no more,

There I wish to be with you and eternal Love.

*

In Memory of my departed Mom

By BR Chitwood – May 10, 2020

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I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul. I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1 Writing for me is therapy for the soul. Website: https://billyraychitwood.com

9 thoughts on “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”

  1. She was a wonderful Lady and I’m so glad she was apart of my life. So many wonderful memories. One I treasure was when she insisted on helping us blow up the air mattresses – jumping up and down on the foot peddle while we all held our breath that she wouldn’t fall – she was not to be deterred. And how Toby, our Golden, loved her and watched over her. I know they are together in heaven looking down on us and watching over all of her beloved family.

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