Mother and Child
Dedicated to the memory of Irene (Richardson) Paddock, my Mother - 1911- 1996
She knew me, oh! how she knew me,
and loved me and understood me.
With all my imperfections, she loved me.
She was patient and understanding.
I loved her and love her still, but did I tell her
often enough?
Where was my patience and understanding for her?
She was my guidepost, my healer.
She was my clother, my educator, my protector.
She fed me and wanted only the best for me,
and forgave me my many faults.
She quenched my thirsts.
She tended my wounds.
She carried me when I fell.
She hushed me when I cried.
She consoled me in my failures.
She loved me and understood me more than I
ever acknowledged.
Did I return that love and understanding
often enough?
O,Truly, she was the Mother,
and I the child.
Authors note: My husband always cited that when you lose your Mother, you lose the best friend you have. How true . My calls to my Mother were daily; my visits weekly….not often enough.
Original © Jackie (Micke) Jinks, August 9, 2000.
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I have enjoyed the reading of "Mother and Child".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
My mother's introvert nature made it hard for her to show feelings. This side of parental care was left to Dad to demonstrate.
Regards
Dai
You know that your mother knew you loved her. I wish I'd lived close enough to my mother to visit weekly, so I envy your the frequency of your visits. We can both be comforted by knowing our mothers understood we loved them.
Thanks for this poem,
Terry
Love and {{{hugs}}},
Leland
My mother has also passed on`*
Love,
Connie
To your Mother, know how you feel,
I lost my mother 1994
Heartfelt, loving,memories
Beautifully writing tribute!!
Peace Love and Light..and hugessss...Morning star
Be always safe,
Karen
Love,'
ET
Georg
Newfie hugs, Rose