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This poem is dedicated to my deceased Mother

FRANCES AMELIA NORTHROP

Born December 19th, 1924

Died November 10th, 1981

MOTHER

While sitting in the park today,

I overheard a women say

I wish my mother would stop calling me

She always seems to bother me

She doesn't remember my child’s name

Of course I always get the blame

Her confusion gets worse every day

The phone bill she forgot to pay

She walks so slow and unsteadily

She's losing her stability

Not able to make decisions on her own

I'm afraid soon I'll be thrown

Into a task I've surely fought

Oh! What a terrible thought

Oh what a burden it would be

If she had to come and live with me

As I listened to the women’s plight

The tears I had to surely fight

For I would give everything

To hear my mother say anything

She had no time to grow old

God took her when she was young and bold

So listen to all your mom has to say

You never know when she'll be taken away.

Renee Consol

Copyright 2002

This is dedicated to Myrtle Sweeney

Born:8/24/1923

Died:9/5/2005

Today I didn't remember.

Today I didn't remember what number to dial.

I do remember your gorgeous smile.

Today I didn't remember where I was going.

I do remember my dress you were sowing.

Today I didn't remember I slept so much.

I do remember your gentle touch.

Today I didn't remember how to talk.

I do remember our long winter walk.

Today I didn't remember how to dress.

I do remember your loving caress.

Today I didn't remember how to walk.

I do remember your sweet talk.

But the worst of all I have said,

as I lay still in my bed is,

Today I didn't remember your face

but.

Thank God I do remember your warm embrace

Renee Consol

Copyright 2007 Renee Consol

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