How does one prepare to be a mother,
when she had no parents really of her own.
She was thrown into the Foster Care system,
and finally found a loving home.
They were an elderly couple
and they took her in as if she was there own.
It was here I think she felt safe and secure.
I often wonder when she was bounced around this way,
I don't believe as a child she even knew how to play.
I wonder if she ever was held in loving arms,
and was sang to and talked to.
Was she ever told that she was pretty,
or even worthwhile.
There are many other stories
I had heard over time.
This woman is the mother of mine.
Soon she had four children,
3 daughter and a son,
And she was only twenty seven.
She was always so busy,
the work was never done,
Such was the life of a farmers wife.
She had a job she worked full time,
I remember one afternoon,
many years ago we tried to help her learn to ride a bike,
I remember as she rode off how proud I was of her,
I remember hanging clothes out upon the line,
My sister and I would hand them to her
and she would clip them on the line,
And after they tried they smelled so fresh.
Those were good moments,
and I know there were many more.
It's funny how the bad sometimes outweighs the good.
But that was through the eyes of a child.
We never went without a thing,
food, and clothing and books for school.
I sometimes ask myself why as a child do we expect so much
for our parents to be perfect,
Why did they go to perfect school, were they taught to never raise a voice.
I am sure as a parent, you would want the best for your child if you could make that choice.
My father died a year ago, they had been together 47 years or so.
I have seen her cry, and be angry too,
She misses my Dad so much.
I have also seen her grow as a person,
going out with her lady friends, living her life for the first time on her own terms.
I have phoned and talked to her almost everyday.
usually in the morning, and then again at night.
Many times we have laughed so hard at just pure silly things.
She still has a tendency to work too hard,
I would love for her to live as happy as can be.
With her children loving her, and helping to take care of her as she grows old.
every time when I am talking before I hang up the phone
I tell her that I love her
and that I will soon try to get home.
I hope to have many more years with my Mother,
she is the only one I have, and I want no other.
I love you through the ups and downs,
during those sad and happy days
So when I say my prayers at night
this is what I say.
Thank you God
for giving me my Mom!