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    “I sure miss your Mother”
    Grandpa says
    His tone insinuates
    I don’t miss her
    Grandma was Mother
    I was bad
    She scolded me
    I ran away
    She found me
    She fed me
    Pancakes for breakfast
    Homemade bread with dinner
    She taught me
    Opinionated and determined
    Arguing in her sixties
    With a teenager
    Some things I hid
    From her disappointment
    In my accomplishments
    She was proud
    Grandpa has faith
    They will be together
    Again
    Sixty years
    Now he counts the hours
    Til eternity starts
    I don’t have faith
    I live on logic
    Some say
    Loved ones live on inside you
    Biology
    Dad got 23
    Pieces of grandma
    At least one passed down to me
    Pieces of grandma
    In every cell of mine
    In my green eyes,
    In my ornery attitude
    That cursed female chromosome
    From Grandma
    Some say death is
    When memories are forgotten
    Thirty-three years of memories replay
    In my head
    Grandma is living
    In our home on Laird Avenue,
    Making pancakes,
    Scolding me,
    Telling me she loves me.
    I don’t miss her
    Like he does
    She is with me
    In every cell of mine
    In every memory
    I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
    Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
    Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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    I just lost my own grandmother - this made me cry, in it's beautiful truth. I can feel her in me everyday.

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    • #3
      Both of my grandmothers are now gone. Yesterday, I was at the family graves, and helped my mom plant flowers on her relatives. Her mom was a wonderful lady--it's still hard to believe that she's been gone nearly 7 years.
      Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

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      • #4
        I spent a good chunk of yesterday walking around, holding my daddy's hand...
        I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
        Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
        Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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