A Tribute to My Mother

Happy Mother's Day!

I love my mother dearly. She is a wonderful, loving mom.
She would always let us have friends over.
She would even join in on the fun.
She made sure that she got to know
who we ran around with.
Both my mother and father didn't
put up with any foolishness.
They were strong in their discipline
and LOVED even stronger.
We knew when NOT to cross the line.
We knew that we were dearly loved.

I actually had two wonderful, loving parents.
I am thankful and grateful for them.

My father passed away several years ago and

I miss him greatly.

My mom is a tiny woman, but a very STRONG woman.

She has never changed through many trials and tribulations.
She remains the same through it all.

It's hard to give tribute to my mother
without acknowledging my dad also.
I believe they "completed" each other
and are who they are because of each other.

 This is my mother in the middle of her two sisters that are twins,
who I absolutely adored. And I tell you, they were quite a threesome.
My mother is 80 years old this year, and My Aunt Louis (R) passed
away last year. My Aunt Lois and mother remain
strong and committed totally to their families. 


This is a poem I wrote for my mother
and entered it in a contest. I received first place!

My Mother’s Eyes

My mother’s eyes are so kind

As she talks to me about the day.

Then with expressions of concern

Her eyes turn a deeper blue,

For she cares about those around her.

I remember when we were little,

My brothers and I would do things

She did not approve of, then her eyes

Were hard to look at, and we knew

That we were in for deep trouble.

I remember the teasing of my father,

When my mother would walk by

As he slapped her on the behind.

Her face would turn red and her eyes,

Her eyes would absolutely glow.

She and my father loved each other

And I would catch them at a glance

Eyeing one another with admiration.

I always felt secure in my life

And I knew everything was OK.

Now that she is older and wiser

Her eyes still speak the same

Language of love and understanding,

For she hasn’t changed at all and

My mother’s eyes are still deep blue.

 

Poem by: Brenda Stevens; Copyright©2009