MOM

There are so many warm memories of mom; it’s hard to know were to start.

To say she’s the mom would just not justify her incredible part.

She was there when we stumbled; she was there when we fell.

She kept us on the straight and narrow, we new better do tell.

By letting us struggle and even fail at our tasks.

A little love and respect, is all she ever asks.

As we grew older and saw what she had done.

We new being a mother, at times were no fun.

With out us even knowing, she guided our hand.

She kept our morals in check, as we walked through this new land.

As a young man I respected her opinion so well.

She let us work through our problems, she’d make our minds dwell.

My mom has been with the angels for many years now.

But she will live my heart because raising me, she knew how.

I’ll pass on all her good qualities, to my own kids as they grow.

To see my own kids, with some of her qualities as they glow.

If you’re lucky enough to still have your mom with you today.

Let her know how you feel and respect it will pay.

This poem is dedicated to my Mother. Every time you stepped into my life, it made a change for the better thanks.

I love you mom.

Dan.