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VxPoem ID: 6840
Category:
personal_life
Posted: October 17th. 2004 5:18:42 PM
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Mommy
by Talitha Ruatha
[WVox Sponsor]
Age Group: Adult
I remember you
holding me in your lap
when I was a child
lightly brushing my hair
back
from my face
with your fingers
my head upon your shoulder
as we rocked and you humming
sometimes asking me what
I want for Christmas..
or until I fell asleep.
I remember times
of love and hate and anger
and frustration - yours
and mine.........
like when I yelled and stomped
because I couldn't go outside
and you came flying at me
with a broom and I called you
Witch Hazel -
you stopped dead in your tracks
and started laughing 'til tears came;
And how 'bout the time when
I broke your 1940 china doll
and you chased me around
the dining room table
as I screamed,
"Daddy! Daddy! Save me!"
and you stopped dead in your tracks
and started to cry and wail...
little did I know that Daddy had left
you and us,
five children under the age of 9,
to be young again;
I remember Grandma (your mom!)
teaching me how to cook
at age 9 because she didn't want
any of us to die from your cooking
(you were a bad cook!)
and you worked two jobs to support us
because Daddy wasn't there anymore
and when he came back
you kept your jobs
and I kept mine, thankfully,
and we children grew and fought...
Many things I remember
hard and soft tickings of time
but what I remember most
and far too easily
is the way you slipped from
being my mommy to my child
as cancer ate you
from the inside out for 24 years
as you endured radiation
and surgeries;
chemotherapy and reactions;
each of your children's dramas
and your grandchildren's births.
Weaker and weaker you became,
your frailty like toothpicks ready to snap
at a moment's notice.
Last Thanksgiving, I remember
I sat in your rocking chair
in your bedroom and you asked
for me to rock you and you
wobbly walked and sat on my lap
your head on my shoulder
as I brushed back the little wispys
of hair that you had left
and rocked..humming to you
and I asked you what you wanted
for Christmas....
And you said with a long sigh,
"Since I won't be there, I want you
to take care of Peeps and love her,
just like you have for me."
And then your head drooped down
as you slept with me holding you
humming and rocking
and
silently
weeping.
In that moment,
where the mommy was
and who she was; blended.
It was the first time that
I ever knew who you really
were and would always be
no matter who I was
or where I was.
I remember, Mommy.
Author's Notes: TR
10/17/04
In memory of my mother, Ruthanne, who gave up her struggle with Breast Cancer and was released to the Summerlands - 12/12/03.
Author's Location: Adrian, Michigan
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