She was a beauty so they told us
Though we already knew
She was always there for each of us
Whatever she could do
Her blonde locks and her baby blues
Were not something she would share
All the languages that she learned
Were spoken without a care
She once said a mother's job
Was to teach us independence
We never understood those words
But they now make perfect sense
One day the aggressive pain
Became too much to bear alone
And soon the Whiffenpoof would
Be calling her to come back home
Then we were four little lambs
Who had lost our way bah bah bah...
When we were kids our mother would sing the "Whiffenpoof Song" to us-It was her father's favorite song.
We lost our mother to cancer 14 years ago.
This is a painting of my mother as a child, which I never finished. I took a picture of it and added an Orton effect.
I really love the dedication Denise. And I do feel your pain. My mom left me seven years ago for the same reasons. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and miss her. Your painting is beautiful and your words well chosen and there is so much warmth and tenderness within your poem. Thanks for sharing and please accept my sincere thoughts. :)
Denise, I am so moved, I don't know quite what to say...It is beautiful, touching, sad, and brought tears to my eyes. Your lovely unfinished painting is a perfect counterpart for these touching verses written deep from the heart. My thoughts are with you this evening.
Hi Denise,Your memories of your mother is something many of us can identify with and feel your words. I lost both parents within a 2 year period and know that sense of loss. I like your picture the way it is....
I am so sorry Lady Denise...I know your pain, but Mom is in a better place...I lost mine back in 88, and will never forget...my deepest feeling for you, from the heart...