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Mama and Me Made A Circle, Today
With every ounce of love in their heart they hold us,
Teach us how to stand up -tall, and walk, -proudly;
and, keep up with us when we run.
Add character, a dash of personality, sprinkle with emotion,
shape the dough, placing it in a custom made mold.
We take their love and nurturing, adding your own twist, and become who we are,
Right, wrong, indifferent, selfish, forgetful and how wrong we are at times;
They love us just the same, ever so proud finding the good in us
-even if they do not always let on.
As time goes by we take for granted the days we have left, together
Until the day comes when it is our turn to nurture and love unconditionally,
To make them go out to one more place,
To hold them up and rush them about,
To hold them in our arms, remind them of the precious moments in our hearts,
To hold their fragile hand,
Once one of strength and warmth, that on occasion caressed your cheek -is gone,
Such a familiarity, like that of your child holding your hand,
That feeling of their wiggly fingers rest calmly in the palm of your hand.
“Mama, tell me just one more story before you go…please,”
“Not tonight, my child, another day we will hold hands once again, and I shall tell you another story.”
April 8, 2007
For Karen, in your heart she will always be with you, in you she lives on, with God she rests and waits until she can hold you again.