I’m blessed to be able to call my mom my friend, and a close friend at that. We continually think of and pray for each other. Several times a week we’ll talk on the phone “just because.” We don’t need a reason—we just like each other! So much so that we take two days a week to get together. She comes over for an hour or two on Mondays so we can visit and talk about what’s going on. Or about nothing. Friends are comfortable with each other that way. About three days later, I head to their house and we play games and share dinner together. I look forward to it each week. I’m not a poet but I do like to express myself in writing so I wrote a small poem for my mom about 25 years ago and I thought I’d share it with you today.
My feelings for you, Mom, are hard to express
Just thinking about it, I really am blessed.
You've taught me so much as I've grown through the years
To dare to strive higher, and persevere.
Nothing is ever too big or too small
You've taught me "I can" if I give it my all.
Success isn't all that you've taught me to find
But happiness too and a true peace of mind.
Each time that I've needed you, you have been there
To listen, to comfort, to show that you care.
Thank you for sticking with me to the end
Thank you for being a very good friend.
For all of you mothers out there, know that your kids (whether children or grown) love and appreciate you. You sacrifice more than we can imagine and it’s hard for some of us to know how to express how we feel. But we appreciate you.