The Happiness of Having Mom Care For Me

There was never a time Mom was ever done with loving me though I tried her patience more times than not.
She remained to love me no matter what I did and now I am regrettably sorry for having caused her the pain I did.
I wasn't the perfect son that Mom deserved.
Far from it for I was; in my own little world, and liked to remain there.
I was not a child to bring Mom down and make her repent ever having me I was a bad son for a long time.
But the happiness of having Mom care for me is something that was always there.
Mom never tired of seeing me going to school and to church.
It blessed her heart to see me do both of these things.
Sometimes I would cross the line and have to suffer the punishment of not going to choir practice for a time.
But all in all Mom knew she loved me and cared for me as she always showed her love.
I couldn't ask for anything more.
Today, Mom is in Heaven and looking down upon me.
O, I do hope there is something that is redeeming for her to not waste her time.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)

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