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MOTHER'S DAY 2009

For the first time in decades
I will not be buying a card
To give to you this Mother's Day.
I didn't think it would be this hard.

The lilac tree I planted last summer
Instinctively seems to know
That you are no longer here
To watch it bloom and grow.

I'll be over at the house
Planting flowers as I always do;
Remembering a million things,
But mostly remembering you.

Gradually we are adjusting
To the loss that has occurred.
Sometimes I feel you near me,
But I suppose that seems absurd.

We know you are in a safe place,
And while we may have momentarily lost our way,
We are now back on firm footing
Loving you this Mother's Day.

IN MEMORY OF

I wanted another moment;
A little more time to call our own;
But your journey had begun
And you had to travel alone.
Your memory will be treasured.
In our hearts you will abide.
We'll smile at the mention of your name,
And remember you with pride.
Our grief is fresh and cutting.
Let time be our saving grace.
Let peace and acceptance help us all
To know you're in a better place.
So it's goodbye for now, mom.
You're journey is complete.
Since you went on ahead,
Could you please save us a seat.

WELCOME TO THE 80'S

Welcome to the eighties!
Some say that it has passed;
But I beg to disagree
Although I'm rarely asked.
What will this decade hold
For a young lass such as you?
Though you regard it with cynicism
Who can fault your view?
However, there will be stellar moments
That you will wish you could replay
Such as the receipt of this gift;
Which will most assuredly brighten your day.
So break out the tomatoes and cucumbers,
The party has begun.
"Lettuce" feast on a myriad of salads
And not stop until we're done.

MOM AND ME

A thousand pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,
Looking for just one piece to fit.
Occasionally mom gets frustrated;
But she will never quit.

I'm at her house at least twice a week
To help and to touch base.
Sometimes I spy a ragtag piece
That slips neatly into place.

She also puzzles over the morning crossword.
At the table it is just mom and me.
While she's reading the clues
I'm scanning recipes.

Then I read our horoscope;
After which we share a laugh or two.
Our future is rarely bright;
And we think we're long overdue.

While illness and age have slowed her down,
There's a benefit we cannot ignore.
We finally have the time to spend
That we never had before.

Happy Birthday, mom!
We know we've tested you time and again.
So thank you for still being here;
Thank you for being a friend.

MOTHER'S DAY 2003

I'm lounging in the backyard
Immersing myself in the sun
Wondering why with so many cards
I cannot find the one!

So here I sit pondering,
Unsure of what to say;
But I know you'll be patient
As I attempt to get underway.

Now knowing you're a no-frills gal
Who prefers the uncomplicated,
I've geared this years' gifts to practicality,
Yet cultivated and understated.

So in keeping with this theme
I knew nothing else would do.
A place to store your toilet paper?
Wow!  This is such a coup!

No more running to the kitchen
In desperate search of a roll.
It'll all be so handy
Right beside the toilet bowl.

And the chef's delight you'll sure think
Was simply heaven sent.
You can strain, beat, grip and flip
To your heart's content.

Happy Mother's Day, mom, old girl;
Though you see no reason for the fuss.
There no way we could dismiss it
Because you mean so much to us.

BIRTHDAY, 2000

The band room now sits silent.
Recollections come in flashes.
We stare in drop-jaw amazement
At empty bottles and ashes.

Nothing left but the mess;
And no one around to choke.
For it was spontaneous combustion for the Flaming Buddhas,
And Burnt Sienna has gone up in smoke.

But despair not at the sight you behold
For help is on its' way.
I'm coming with dustpan and broom
To sweep this nightmare away.

Happy 76th Birthday, Mom.
Hope this will give you a lift;
And by the time I've recuperated,
It'll be time for your Christmas gift.

THREE LOAVES OF BREAD

Three loaves of bread,
A symbol of past, present and future.
Representing a labor of love,
Each carefully baked and nurtured.

When I look back upon my youth,
Those tender memories of the past,
I am intrinsically drawn
Though I know I cannot go back.

Sometimes I view the present as a burden;
Something to endure, to get through;
And there is great comfort in knowing
That I can turn to you.

Shrouded in nervous optimism,
It is said the future is always bright.
Three loaves of bread.
Each denoting a slice of life.

As always this is written with love
As you celebrate this day, Mom.
May health and happiness always grace your door.
May this day be one of peace and calm.

FOR MOM

With stoicism you maintain dignity and grace;
And probably wonder how you become so blessed
With such a cast of characters for a family
That would leave most mothers bereft.

Through trials and tribulations
You have remained placid and without vanity;
Often suppressing your own feelings
For the sake of peace and sanity.

Your patience has been a virtue;
Lending a needed ear
While I poured out my troubles
And relayed my many fears.

You're sympathetic and understanding;
But I know you've suffered too.
So despite past feuds and arguments,
This verbal bouquet is for you.

Please accept this small token
Of thoughts I rarely convey
Of love, appreciation and gratitude.
Have a Happy Mother's Day!