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My mother hated to answer my million questions
My mother hated to answer my million questions
I had to know everything, curious
How did the hands on the clock move?
What did the neighborhood bully have to prove?
On and on, day after day, night after night
Curiosity killed the cat?
Why does a car need gas?
Oh, and, why did dad call Mr Norm an ass?
Finally, after mentally wearing her down
I could read and find my own answers
Though, it wasn't the same
As the question game
No matter what, she tried her best
I miss her now and still need answers
There are times I go to the phone to call
Only to remember, she's not there at all.
I just have one more question
Curious if it could be answered,
Why did you choose her to leave?
She gave me dreams, and all I could believe
this brings a tear...I miss my mum daily.
ReplyDeletehugs friend ;)
Thanks David.... Really it never goes away. Hang in there...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by again... Friend!
Wysteria
Wysteria, I feel the same about my mother. I don't think anyone ever stops missing their mother, no matter what age. Poignant writing!
ReplyDeleteBe always cool to your mother and it is very funny what you have written.
ReplyDeleteThis was so lighthearted...yet enclosed in subtle beauty, glowing with your love.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this and your wonderful comment.
I wrote this for my mom
http://keshavnarla.wordpress.com/2010/05/09/meri-ma/
pleasant read.
ReplyDeleteI find so interesting how a simple word can touch people so differently ... I pity those who do not have a childhood with facts like these to remember! They are so full of good feelings ...
ReplyDeleteShe probably loved the questions deep in her heart.
ReplyDeleteI think she did, at least I hope..)
ReplyDeleteWysteria