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One Day Late by Joan SerratelliIt was
Mother's Day
yesterday
I wanted to write
a poem
or my Mother~
but the words
would not
come to mind
I wanted
to tell her
how much
I loved her;
that I miss her
so much
that I owe
her so much
I feel her presence
and at times;
I talk to her;
not out loud
but in my head
It could not have
been easy for her
a handicapped child
from the start
But she was strong
and I know
she blamed
herself
I never did
Ma~ know that I loved you
know that
your weak child
is now strong
My children
have grown
they have
kids of their own
I can not fill
your shoes
you were a
totAlly unique
and wonderful woman
G-d knows, I made mistates
along the way
but because
of you
I turned out ok 05/14/2012
Author's Note: I truely believe that my Mom is still with me, not physically, but her essence has never left me. She was a wonderful woman in every respect. May she rest in peace.
Posted on 05/14/2012 Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 05/14/12 at 09:04 PM It is never late. Every day is a Mother's Day...you have spoken so tenderly in this poem of the love for your beautiful Mother. Thank you for sharing it here. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/15/12 at 01:10 AM Very beautiful ode to your Mom. I envy you that. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/19/12 at 01:12 AM Yes, I fully believes she abides. Either by her picture or your love, as she is indeed away, she is indeed still present, still with you. Thanks.
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