To Mom Beyond My Loving Hugs.
To Mom Beyond
my Loving Hugs.
To Mom, beyond my loving hugs,
who poured my milk from plastic jugs
pretending often to like bugs
and various strays that I had dug
out of the ground, brown worms, and slugs.
Who made my beds, and swept the rugs
and changed my diapers with quick tugs
and wiped my butt with tender love
who shared all I was dreaming of
and often gave a gentle shove
when I was scared of doing stuff.
Who found my missing hats, or glove
straightened my shirts, and fixed my cuffs
and warned me not to get too rough
but knew that guys like to act tough.
I miss her sweaters perfumed fluff
her voice so sweet, yet sometimes gruff
when my mistakes brought her rebuff
the way stairs made her huff, and puff.
She'd dance to music, twirl, and strut
but climbing left her in a rut.
She'd often care for every mutt
that I brought home, but she brought up
her love poured into every cup
and every plate, or meat she'd cut
tasted so good each time we'd sup.
Her life it ended so abrupt
my time with her was not enough
she left a tight knot in my gut
my eyes tear filled now tightly shut.
Her loss is temporary but
being without her makes me nuts
while she's in heaven I am stuck
here mom less now,
where grief has struck
for Mom, beyond my loving hugs.
The word MOM upside down spells WOW!
oh, Wow...... I wish she was here now.
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