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Reflections on a Poem My Mother Wrote
My mother was a great woman. An excellent mother, and very skilled with just about every form of art I've seen her put her hands on. Be it writing, painting, various crafting projects, or even just her way with words. She had a very powerful sense to her, despite being sick in many ways through the 20 years of life I had shared with her.
She fell ill with cancer for the first time, almost 20 years ago. The doctors had removed it from the inside of her thigh surgically. They didn't catch the tumor in time, it was too big. It metastasized. The cancer seeded out into her body and lay dormant for many years. After her first brush with cancer, during the years of agonizing treatment and radiation therapy, she wrote a poem.
Things to Live For
"Things to live for, there are so many;
Reasons to accept death, there aren't any.
When facing death, knocking at my door;
I think, and remember things to live for.
My child's smile, and embracing hug,
The 'I love you,' and little shirt tug.
The surprise gifts they buy me, for being here,
On mother's day, and throughout the year.
For the little art treasures they made in school,
To the complaining they do, after breaking a rule.
Their eyes full of tears, as they cry 'Oh, mom!'
The dresses I made for the dance, and the prom.
For the chuckles and giggles through the teen years;
My tears at their wedding as every one cheers.
For grandchildren's faces that light with delight,
As I give them Pez ghosts on Halloween night.
For these things, I'm grateful, and much more;
Cancer won't beat me; 'I have things to live for'"
-Jean M. Colfax
Almost ten years after this poem was written, on December 30th, 2006, she passed away. She passed peacefully in the very living room I am writing from, and I like to believe she is still with us, protecting and watching over us.
She was the strongest woman I could even begin to imagine, having held on and fought to stay with us for so many years. She always joked she was going to wait to watch all her kids grow up and make something of themselves. She left this world mere months after I graduated basic training and became a soldier in the U.S. Army. I am the youngest of her children, and the last to start a life. I guess she wasn't joking, after all.
I really hope you enjoyed her poem today, I felt it was worthy of sharing with my friends here on HubPages. Thanks for reading!