I remember Mama <br />blowing chewing gum bubbles <br />to entertain us <br />while she ironed. <br />I was too young for school <br />Sesame Street wasn’t invented yet <br />the rain was pouring outside <br />and I was awed. <br /> <br />I remember Mama <br />sewing at her machine into the night <br />when she had to get up early for work <br />patching a favorite pair of cutoffs <br />just one more time <br />or putting pockets on pants <br />because my little brother adored them <br />and I still hear her words <br />‘There’s all kinds of ways to say <br />I love you.’ <br /> <br />I remember Mama <br />teaching us that beauty on the inside <br />was more important than on the outside. <br />‘A kind word to a stranger <br />might be the only kind word <br />that person heard all day’ <br />... and how good it felt <br />finding out she was right. <br /> <br />I remember Mama <br />telling us to hold onto our dreams. <br />Make them happen and never say ‘I can’t’ <br />and how funny I thought it <br />when she said <br />the world was our watermelon <br />and all we had to do was <br />grab it and take a bite. <br /> <br />I remember Mama <br />who taught us best by example <br />with her unconditional love. <br />Love isn’t love until it’s given away <br />and it’s in the giving that we know <br />it truly does come back ten-fold. <br /> <br />I remember, Mama.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-mama/
