Poetry/A Poem For My Mom

Preface:

I wrote this poem for my Mom who is Seventy-Three and in poor health. I wrote this poem out of love and compassion for her and how she may be feeling, during this difficult time in her life. My Mom never had a life of her own. She raised nine children and then five Grandchildren, She self- sacrificed her entire life. She never had a profession outside of Motherhood. She is sick and angry. I haven't asked her, but, I think I know where the anger is coming from; she is finally faced with her mortality, the fact that her day may be closer due to her illness. All she can think about is how she wants her funeral, and who she doesn't want to attend. Her heart is weak and because of this condition, I don't want to risk confrontation that would send her away from us sooner than later. She was never one that could handle the bare truth. However, if I could talk to her openly and honestly, I would tell her to think more about life than death, to smile and spend her days loving and being loved. I would tell her to live, love and laugh. Every since I was a little girl, I couldn't speak to her openly and honestly; SO, I would write. I wrote this poem for my Mom. I am placing my feeling in a poem and if I could talk to her freely, I would tell her that I understand.

For My MOM

Mom, I know you are scared

The doctors have frighten you

You believe their tale

Of

Doom and Gloom.

Mom, I know you are angry

You are angry at life

Because you feel that the years

Went by too fast

And

Did not give you time to catch

Your last wind before the end

Mom, I know you feel as though

Life isn't fair

You turned around and your

Hair Was Grey

Arthritis attacking every limb

While you still remember

The Young girl that had so many

Hopes and Dreams

And ended up fulfilling

One of them

Motherhood!

And now

Right now

It doesn't seem to be enough to represent

A Lifetime

And

It has left you scared, angry and sad

Sorry Mom

I wish more of your dreams had come true!