Poetry

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As we grew, and left her home
We would visit, now and then
It didn't matter where we'd roam
We'd always go see her again



It was a very special feeling . . .
When entering through her door
Always the same, floor to ceiling
With lot of love, in store



We would all gather together
For every known occasion
Happiness, floating like a feather
Good food, adding to the persuasion



We'd sit and chat, spreading cheer
Sharing our love, with one another
So comfortable, having each near
Altogether, visiting Dad and Mother



Remembering now, as I look back
Mother made everything turn out right
Of each one of us. . . she kept track
Plus, she prayed for us, day and night



It was an invisible cord that attached us
All strung together, as one
Every visit Mom would raise such a fuss
So happy, she almost came undone



Those sweet days, have long since, past
We kids aren't as close as before
Living to hard, moving too fast
Not making time to visit. . . Anymore



Memories made over the years
Will have to see us . . .Through
The joy, laughter, love, tears
Held together by . . .“Mothers Glue”



Copyright © 2006 Judith Johnson Kypta

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