Thrice my mom has come to me
To nurse me back from surgery
For a knee, a back, and fractured foot
To city streets she took
Picking up meds, food, and a treat or two
To lift me out of recovery blues
Watching movie marathons together in bed
‘Til the effect of painkillers knocked me out dead
Forced to shower on a chair
My head in the sink to wash my hair
She stood by my side along busy streets
To offer her hand when I felt weak
None of these tasks were ever too much
To yield a complaint, objection, or fuss
Not every mother is as caring and strong
But, lucky for me, this is my mom!
~kfu
4 comments:
Lucky to have a Mom like that, lovely flow to the poem and gratitude ebbs and flows. Very nice
beautiful
Okay, now I'm crying! You're so worth it all. Life has dealt you some tough obstacles to overcome, but you rarely complain. I so admire you, Ky!
Nice tribute to your Mom. She's a pretty good sister, too!
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