For My Mom

It is a very drizzly, rainy day out there, and I am sitting at a Starbucks after work. The internet signal is quite weak so I'm not sure if this will even post at all, but I'll try.
← This is a picture of my mom, having a snooze, many years ago.
I am not 100% sure but I think we were camping somewhere when this was taken.
She is asleep, and I am just a kid.
As many of you already know, my mom passed away just a few hours into the New Year, a few months ago now. I miss her.
Today is her birthday.
So I’ve been thinking about her all day.
She would have been turning 77 years young.
Recently I wrote a little poem for my mom. Originally, I guess because of its personal nature and all, I was not going to post it.
But sitting here, the rain outside the window seems to be telling me to do it…

Sleep Peacefully Mom

So bravely you gave yourself to the New Year,
lips unmoving, singing with your children,
even as their tears fell upon an
earth you were tired of living upon. A calm
peace given unto you, not as the world gives.

Perhaps a day may come, a time when
every one of us will be reunited in
a heavenly picnic. Where Dad will surely
complain that you didn’t pack nearly
enough hot-dog buns. And why bring good
forks when he had bought the plastic ones?
Under such pressure, how can
love survive? Anyone else would have
lost their marbles and given up.
Yet you were a rock, not only to him, but to us.

Mother’s Day will forever be an empty day
on our calendars. And that other day, in
March, a remembrance of your gift to us. You.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2009

Just a few words for a remarkable woman.
My mom!
[Note: The first letter of each line spells out the title.]

**********