The crestfallen sound of mom saying “Don’t Go!”
will reverb in my brain
until tomorrow’s return as an echo
my refilled joy will drain.
Mom’s old stories hooked me like a caught bluegill
When I was a wee lad
Why didn’t I write them down, they were so real
Daily I wish so I had
Of exploits in school and living on the farm
Times were tough in those days
Cold winters, hot summers, always work to do
Simple times simple ways.
Of swinging from a tree, injuries abound
Fun was so real back then
Or of that scary time when she nearly drowned
I would have never been.
Of being pregnant, feeling like a balloon
Just after childbirth
Sneaking out of bed to check the scale too soon
And measure her new girth
Of pregnancy lasting forever it seemed
She was quite overdue
She walked and walked, hoping for labor she schemed
Far, far too much so (whew!!)
Of baseball marathons and fishing trips past
Memories make me grin
Those early decades of youth sure flew by fast
I’d do it all again.
Of the 80’s joy, sadness, fun and divorce
Still much more good than bad
Then life’s car’s speed took off with tremendous force
Oh the joys we have had
Of marriages, babies’ and grand-babies’ grins
Everyone went their way
Somehow (a time machine?), 90s, 00s and 10s
I wish we could delay
Mom’s life story should be filling books today
Retired life be a breeze
Every memory vanished with no delay
Alzheimer’s disease. 🙁
The crestfallen sound of mom saying “Don’t Go!”
will reverb in my brain
until tomorrow’s return as an echo
my refilled joy will drain.