My Mother

April 7, 2010
By ZebraWithoutStripes ELITE, Blue Springs, Missouri
ZebraWithoutStripes ELITE, Blue Springs, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
To make a difference in the world, you have to be different from the world.


She loved rainstorms
and blue
like her favorite satin dress
soft against my cheek
when I hugged her
She loved long baths
and cried during every movie
clapping at the end
as the credits rolled by
My mother
high cheek bones and
and wrinkles by her eyes
a permanent reminder
of her smiles
She sang
with a voice of angels
I like to think she's singing with
them now
robbed in white
with a twinkling harp
because I have no clue what heaven
is really like
See, my mother was a warrior
even when she faded
to a shadow of our memories
as her hair fell out
every chestnut strand
and as the chemo failed us
again and again
But it doesn't matter now
I guess
those days
the long nights
as we waited for phone calls
are gone
with her
But still
keeping in my heart
the memory my sparkling eyed fighter
the echoes of her voice
and a satin blue dress
all the footprints that
she left behind


The author's comments:
To everyone
who has every lost a hero
to cancer:
this is a tribute to you
and her

Live well for her.

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on Apr. 30 2010 at 7:35 pm
Nnedimma2 SILVER, Arlington, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Do not be deceived:Evil companionship corrupt good morals."

That was beautifu! 


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