Easter Sunday I was taking a 3-hour nap with my little family (all of us - me, Paul, Madeline, and the kitty - slept for 3 hours straight, it was awesome!!), and I woke up to an awesome rainstorm. Words immediately filled my head - almost as if someone was putting them in my mind for me - so I quickly grabbed a notepad and began writing them down.
A poem for my momma - Susan - Happy Birthday Mom. I love you!
A poem for my momma - Susan - Happy Birthday Mom. I love you!
But When It Rains
By: E.A.M., Copyright 2009.
In the Springtime
when it's warm
and the flowers are in bloom,
I sit alone and stare,
out the window in my room.
I imagine flowering lilac trees with pretty purple pets.
Memories of you flood my mind that I will not forget.
But when it rains,
oh the joy,
when I hear the booms of thunder
in the sky,
I'm not scared,
but excited my dear mother, this is why...
It is YOU I am remembering
when I'm thinking of the rain.
Like a hug,
an embrace,
that erases all the pain.
In September when the shaking leaves turn red and orange, and gold,
I remember how you love them,
and no matter how old,
I'm reminded of the bond between a mother and her dot,
and the distance in between us
can quickly be forgot.
But when it rains,
and the sun is hidden by the darkening cloud,
I remember how you love me,
and you say I make you proud.
I'm reminded of our talks and the way you make things better,
and my brown eyes,
like the clouds,
usually get wetter.
In the summer when it's humid,
and the heat is burning hot,
I remember you'd be happy in my A/C -
that's the spot.
And I dream,
of a time
when you're sitting here with me.
When I'll see and hear your laughter
and I'll share my family.
But when it rains
and the raindrops start to fall from up above
I'm reminded of your kindness,
of your sacrifice,
and love.
I remember special moments -
when it was just you and me,
listening to the rain and thunder -
A mom like you I'll be.
In the winter,
when the air
is so cold you cannot breath it.
I remember building snowmen
just so you, my mom, could see it.
If you were happy for a minute
my life's purpose felt fulfilled.
How I would just hug you
If your presence could be willed.
But when it rains
there's a freshness that reminds me of my childhood.
Leaning out your bedroom window,
By: E.A.M., Copyright 2009.
In the Springtime
when it's warm
and the flowers are in bloom,
I sit alone and stare,
out the window in my room.
I imagine flowering lilac trees with pretty purple pets.
Memories of you flood my mind that I will not forget.
But when it rains,
oh the joy,
when I hear the booms of thunder
in the sky,
I'm not scared,
but excited my dear mother, this is why...
It is YOU I am remembering
when I'm thinking of the rain.
Like a hug,
an embrace,
that erases all the pain.
In September when the shaking leaves turn red and orange, and gold,
I remember how you love them,
and no matter how old,
I'm reminded of the bond between a mother and her dot,
and the distance in between us
can quickly be forgot.
But when it rains,
and the sun is hidden by the darkening cloud,
I remember how you love me,
and you say I make you proud.
I'm reminded of our talks and the way you make things better,
and my brown eyes,
like the clouds,
usually get wetter.
In the summer when it's humid,
and the heat is burning hot,
I remember you'd be happy in my A/C -
that's the spot.
And I dream,
of a time
when you're sitting here with me.
When I'll see and hear your laughter
and I'll share my family.
But when it rains
and the raindrops start to fall from up above
I'm reminded of your kindness,
of your sacrifice,
and love.
I remember special moments -
when it was just you and me,
listening to the rain and thunder -
A mom like you I'll be.
In the winter,
when the air
is so cold you cannot breath it.
I remember building snowmen
just so you, my mom, could see it.
If you were happy for a minute
my life's purpose felt fulfilled.
How I would just hug you
If your presence could be willed.
But when it rains
there's a freshness that reminds me of my childhood.
Leaning out your bedroom window,
breathing scents that were oh soo good.
I'm reminded of our closeness,
and your smile - yes it's true.
I'm reminded of you every day.
But when it rains...
I always think of you.
I'm reminded of our closeness,
and your smile - yes it's true.
I'm reminded of you every day.
But when it rains...
I always think of you.
3 comments:
That is such a great Poem. I bet your mom loved it too!
Thats a great Poem Ed, mom will love it
Every time I read this precious poem I cry. It floods my mind with all the wonderful memories of your childhood. We had such incredible times together. You were and are my sunshine.
Thank you so very much!
Momma
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