A daughter wrote this to her Mother. It was Mom's day. She was thirty four
had two children of her own. Originally posted with a different title
It was actually on Mom's day this poem was written.
In remembrance I post it yearly on Mom's day. A second
time I post it on the day she died. Mom alive today had
it posted on her dining room wall. You see Staci a short
time later died in an automobile accident. I did not write
the first poem I well post. It is not a made up story.
"My Mother, My Friend", But that is the rest of the story:
My Mother my Friend:
As I sit and think of you
My mind is flooded with thoughts and memories
I think of all you mean to me
I think of all you have done
But most of all I think of all you are
You are my Mom, my mentor, my best friend
I remember when I was a little girl
You always told me bedtime stories
Every Christmas you took me to see Santa
You supported all my endeavors
Be it brownies, piano, flute, gymnastics
Softball, swim team, college
Marriage, children, daycare centers
You were never too busy to be my Mom
As I think of you I realize
I have never expressed to you how much
you mean to me
You were always there when I needed someone
You still Are!
You gave me guidance
You gave me confidence
You gave me love
All I can give in return is love
I can only hope someday
My daughter loves me
As much as I love you
In August 8 of 2002 Staci was killed in a tragic accident. Her husband
was a triathlon athlete. He was competing in Canada. The family was to
motor home to meet him there. Staci was driving. A car hit the motor home
head on and Staci was killed instantly. She was thirty four years old.
The little girl she talked about, her daughter, was in the car following
with Mom and Staci's brother. They watched in horror as the motor home was
struck and burst into flames. The kids would have been in the back but Mom
wanted more experience driving the Motor home. The two kids then children
are now in college. Both have followed in Mom's footsteps. They are even
attending the same college Mom graduated from. Both are star athletes. In memorial
to Staci watching these two children let balloons in the air at her burial
I wrote a poem to her:
To Soar
To seek
embrace the sky
Alas no wings have I!
Her walk so gentle
Yet aloft
As a bird on it's maiden flight
Her voice so soft
A mere whisper in the night
No more beautiful
Woman I must say
Than she the day
The lord took her away
Her daughter followed in Mom's footsteps. Gymnast, piano as did her son.
Both are talented athletes. In art school class her daughter found my poem
and painted it on a mural now hanging in my office den. /dandy
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