Mama, How can I convey how much
I've missed you through the years?
The many time's I've wanted to talk
to you - the many hurting tears.
Mama, how can I tell you just how
much you mean to me?
You taught me values and lessons
that a child couldn't see.
Mama, I never- ever thanked you for
the hours that you spent-
Cooking meals , and cleaning house-
How fast those years went.
I wished I had hugged you more- played
less - sit and talked to you-
But it seemed as a little child there were
more importaint things to do...


Mama, I want to thank you for the love
and tender care-
Oh , how I took for granted, Mama, just
knowing you were there.
There's so many things I could have done-
so many things I wish I'd said-
Now it's too late - the pages have been
turned..the book read.
Mama, I hope you know I love you-
and I miss you, Oh, so much!
The passing years haven't taken away
the hunger for your touch.
Forgive me Mama, for not realizing all
the hardship you went through-
Raising eight children couldn't have
been all that easy for you.


Mama, what were your dreams - your
thoughts, your fantasies-
Were they all lost with dirty diapers,
feedings , and skinned knees?
Mama, were you happy? Were you
fulfilled in your life?
Were you content as a Mother
and being a good wife?
Mama, did you ever cry like I'm
crying for you today?
Did your heart ever ache - for the
words you didn't say?
Mama, I'll always love you - and cherish
your memory-
As a Mother myself I realize there was
so much I did'nt see.

Mama , what were your dreams- your
thoughts- your fantasies-
Were they all lost with dirty diapers,
feedings, and skinned knees?

Authors Note: On a cold , dark October night my mama had gotten off work. She was crossing the road in the pouring rain. A car hit her...dragging her 75 feet....then knocking her in a ditch...the driver left her. She was only 39 years old. He was since found . He was a known alcoholic and was probably drinking at the time. Mama left eight kids behind...the youngest only seven. I am continuing my fight against drunk drivers. They don't just take away a life..but the lives of those left behind are forever scarred. My mama is an angel now.....it's the ones left behind who are hurting. WE LOVE YOU MAMA!

From: Linda, Frances, Jimmy, Jackie, Danny, Judy, Mary, and Larry.

© Linda Hill 2002



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