Of Course I Remember You

Of course I remember you,
how could you ever say that?
How could I ever forget?
Of course I remember you!

You dominate my daytime thoughts,
and re-emerge in the nightdreams shorts,
closing my eyes only gives me more light
my tears only add more colors so bright.

You are always in front of my face,
your smell is the only thing I can taste,
you don’t just smell like any other girl,
this is you, your scentprint to the world.

Your fluffy golden hair, I remember it all
in wavy cascades, how it falls
over your shoulders, down your back
full of life, that glistening stack.

All the times you changed your shampoo,
your scent is still a combination of you
nothing ever changes if you try a new style
you are always mine, throughout all of time.

Your fingers I would recognize even in the dark,
your unique shape is obvious, so stark.
I know your fingernails, and your moves of grace,
that little brown spot in the corner of your face.

I know the way your eyes sometimes squint,
when you have something you want to hint,
the corners of your mouth scrunch and twirl,
into a little rosebud, waiting to unfurl.

Your mischievous little mind always taking a trip,
never waiting for someone to let you slip.
You stand strong because I taught you well,
you use all of your genetic protective shell.

How can I forget you, my beautiful child,
you know you are just like me, child of mine,
your birthday is another marker in time for you and me.
when I stand tall alongside you, wherever you may be.

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Home is where the Mother is

Home is where the mother is,
with her makeup and her gowns,
and her moods and her frowns.

Home is where the mother cooks,
your favorite comfort food,
and takes care of the family brood.

Home is where the mother sings,
her native morning song,
and reminds you to hurry along.

Home is where the mother makes
The only soup you would eat,
Even in the summer heat.

Home is where your mother rests,
her peace gives you comfort too,
Your Mother is there for you.

If you have to travel far,
Or just think it in your head,
You wouldn’t have it any other way instead.

Memories of a Mother

Memories of a Mother
Written on November 4, 2011 – For My Children. 

A Mother’s love survives the storm,
oceans that spilled over,
situations outside the norm,
tornados that still hover.

A Mother is the pulse in her child
coursing through their veins
like a deer in the wild
let loose of its reins.

A Mother’s love is timeless
does not need to be recalled,
eternal without reminders,
the capacity to survive it all.

A Mother’s love is the undercurrent,
of restrictions threatening to hinder it,
taking no beating, despite the torrents,
nothing diminishes it.

A Mother’s love is greater than hate,
survives child-rippers and baby snatchers,
forces of evil, on the Great Mother Debate,
Who dissect a Mother and her matters.

A Mother’s love is nature and nurture,
She is life’s soothing balm,
No human can be complete without her,
She is timeless, she is Mom.

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