Dear Mother
There is no way I can express the love I feel for you.
Or count the many things throughout the years you helped me through.
There is no way I can repay the sacrifices made.
But from my memory these countless things will never fade.
The sleepless nights when I was sick you stayed up by my side.
The medicine, the chicken soup, with love you did provide.
The times you walked me back and forth each day right to my school.
And taught me how to cross the street, repeating every rule.
On every Christmas morning there were presents by the tree.
I always thought that Santa Claus had heard my desperate plea.
With very little money you still always found a way.
To make sure I was happy, every year, on Christmas day.
To church, the park, the library, you took me everywhere.
In rain and snow and bitter cold, in summer’s heat and glare.
Long bus rides that you endured, while holding my small hand.
So I could swim inside the sea, make castles in the sand.
You taught me how to cook and clean and even how to sew.
Patiently explaining, because of you I know.
You saved your little dollars one by one, they did accrue.
Then took me to the movies, Coney Island, and the zoo.
And when I grew and had my sons and asked if you would be.
The one to watch them while I worked, of course, you did agree.
You gave them all the love and care so I could go and earn.
The money to provide without the worry and concern.
How can I ever really say how much I feel for you?
A life-time filled with love and memories between us two.
Although your bones are brittle and the years have slowed your pace.
I still can hear the way you laughed and see your smiling face.
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