A Portrait of Parental Art

Accidental Poet



 

Though I was not born from you

I learned love could come from two

Two Mothers of birth and adoption

Love sent to and raised with so true

 

I know I earned my scoldings

And all my spankings too

But therein lies my learning

Of what and what not to do

 

Looking back

You saw in me

More than I could see myself

Guess I was destined to be who I came to be

 

The Alzheimer’s Disease stole your memories

But God gave them back to you

When he called you home

Along with our love for you

 

 Sixteen years ago today

We put you in God’s hands

For him to make you whole again

And for that we lovingly understand

 

And now Dad is with you

You’re both together again

Where you both belong

Without the memory of pain

 

Until we meet again

We’ll hold you in our hearts

A lady of class

A portrait of parental art

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2024

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 17th, 2024 07:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: We love and miss you Mom. 🌹
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 8
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine write AP.

  • Neville



    if tributes could be awarded medals .. this would surely take gold ..

    • Accidental Poet

      Then I re-direct that to my Mom & Dad. 😊👍

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful tribute AP, she will never be forgotten.

      Andy

      • Accidental Poet

        Thank you Andy. Parents have a way of leaving a lasting memory of love. 🌹

      • Teddy.15

        They are always with you dear A.P a gorgeous photo and you know what your parents must have been so proud of you my dear friend. 🌹

        • Accidental Poet

          Teddy, I'm realizing more and more, now that both my birth and adoption parents are gone, knowing that they are proud of me has become ever so important to me. I know I didn't always do or say the right thing, and that weighs very heavy on my conscience these days. But, I guess because I am a spiritual person, I think that they know what I'm feeling and they forgave me for all my faults. Thank you for your thoughts and visits. 🫂



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