The Music of Love Writer

Each year as this special holiday approaches, I find myself still missing my mother horribly. I'll also celebrate the joys of being a mother myself. Life's short, and so many times I find myself wanting to share my triumphs, my joy, and my agony with my mother. I'll turn around to reach for the phone, before I remember she is gone, so I talk to the heavens. As I grow older, I know I'll soon be seeing her face to face once again. I miss her, though I don't think she was the perfect, "June Cleaver," mother. She had her faults as we all do. I explain her faults to circumstances of her life. I wonder if one day my own children will be thinking the same about me when I'm no longer here. Anyway please enjoy this special poem I dedicate to my mother. The link's below. To all my readers celebrate the special love a true mother can only share.

Mom was Here like a Whisper
Mother's Day Poem about growing up with a docile mother who preferred to live life gentle as a breeze and her affect on my life.
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