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I Know Your There

Updated on November 29, 2012

Twenty Days

I close my eyes and think as if we were talking

Nothing has changed

You are listening to my every word like you always have

I stop and pause and I hear silence

You don't have to talk I know what you would say

Our conversation would go something like this

Hi mom how was your day ?

You would come back with the usual

Nothing new how about you

I would talk a little about something in work or something funny that happened

Mom would laugh or say I know what that is like

She might even share a story of something that happened years ago

I would listen so intently on every word

She would make all my problems seem so small

I would ask her did anyone call

Sometimes my niece or nephew had talked

Then she would go on and on how nice it was to hear from them

Other times friends have called or other family members

She always ended with everyone is so busy

I loved those talks that we had that could go on for hours

I would share a story or a poem I had just written

She would say I liked that one or I liked the one before better

I would smile as if a light turned on inside of me

So proud to share something I wrote with my mom

Other times she would say nothing else here I will let you go

Thanks for calling

Love you mom and I will call you again later when I am on break

Love you too

Her words ring over and over in my head

She would only watch t.v. at night

During the day she would listen to the radio and loved her music playing

She often cleaned around the house trying to keep busy

She didn't drive and she loved to go out

When I had the time off we would go

We only cared if we had gas in the car and how long the stores would stay open

She could walk for hours non stop

We came home with a few things and best of all lots of good memories

So I close my eyes again and we are driving down the highway

Where nothing can hold us back

Loved those times then and I love them just as much now

Having fun was as easy as eating your favorite blueberry yogurt

It didn't matter how you started but you sure left none when you were done

Leaving me with one of the greatest feelings I have ever known

The comfort and joy of our love that fills every spot

Never at a loss and always wanting to do it once more

This is goodnight mom but never a good bye


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      DREAM ON 5 years ago

      Gypsy Rose Lee I feel my eyes fill up and holding back the water works I see so many wonderful times you to must of shared.I am so happy for you.I could go on and on asking all about your endless dances.Maybe you could do a hub and share even more.I am 48 and my mom was 83.To me it felt like we were the same age.I kept telling my mom keep going I know you can make it to one hundred.I guess God had other plans.The more I think of the times we shared her love pops us like pop tart and all warm and ready to eat.Every bite I take is better than the one before.Then at the last bite I can't believe there is no more.Eiddwen The more I talk about her I feel I get to share a piece of me and a piece of her.Thats the way it always has been and always will be.I really appreciate all the caring and friendships here on the HubPages.Thanx to such a wonderful community.I wish everyone a wonderful day.

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      This is so beautiful DREAM ON and thank you so very much for sharing.


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Got a lump in my throat. I sure miss mine a lot around the holidays. My greatest memory is mom and I improvising dances to our favorite music. I kid you not. Me in my 20s and her already in her 60s. We were two generations apart. Loved her lots and still do. This is a wonderful poem for your mom. God bless.

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      DREAM ON 5 years ago

      snakeslane Moms are special for sure.They endured labor pains to bring us into this world.They knew the joy of us was greater than all the troubles they had to withstand.Thanx so much for reading and sharing.

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      Verlie Burroughs 5 years ago from Canada

      Dream On, You made me cry with this one, our Moms are the only real constant in our lives. Thanks for sharing. Regards, snakeslane