I'm so glad to have found a place to post the writings that have helped me through this battle. I still have the shell of my mother but I miss my Mommy so much.


I look at her now
And memories from long ago pass before me
bringing both smiles and tears
- Watching her apply her makeup
thinking her the most beautiful woman ever
- Seeing her cry as she sent me back to school at summer’s end
- Being welcomed home each day after school
with a warm hug and a hot meal
- Thursday, her designated spaghetti day
with her homemade sauce, simmered for hours
and her fresh baked bread
Making this the best day of the week
Then, in later years
- Admiring her quiet strength
amidst heartache from the man she loved
- My rebellion, aimed towards him
but hurting her more
- Being punished, but not without her advice
showing me that my actions hurt no one more than myself
More years passed
- Now I, too, was a mother
still seeking her advice
Ever striving to earn the same respect from my daughter
that she earned from me
And now our roles have reversed
She now watches me apply my makeup
and I see in her eyes that she thinks I’m beautiful
Now I nourish her with the food I prepare
She has no more advice to give
so I help her make the decisions she finds so difficult
The wisdom this gentle loving woman carried
is hidden now, trapped inside her mind
But in its place is a zest for life like that of a child
Finding pleasure in the smallest of things
Still bringing joy and comfort to those of us who love her