First words of a child, is Mama.
First memories remembered came from Mama.
First lessons learned came from Mama.
First food feast came from Mama.
Later, Mama turned into Mommy.
Who taught to read? Mommy.
Who tied the shoe? Mommy.
Who kissed the hurt? Mommy.
Mommy eventually evolved into Mother.
Lessons on girls and hygiene came from Mother.
Instructions on manners came from Mother
Appreciation for the arts came from Mother.
As college approached, Mother became Mom.
Helping foot the bills, who else? Mom.
“How long do you cook the beans, Mom?”
“Brenda, I want you to meet my Mom.”
“Mom, you’re now a Grandma.”
“Rachel, this is my mom, your Maw maw.”
“How do you work these diapers, Maw maw?”
“What do I do to stop her crying, Maw maw?”
“Where is Maw maw, Mama?”
“Will Maw maw come for Christmas, Mommy?”
“Does Maw maw feel any pain in heaven, Mother?”
“Do you miss Maw maw, Mom?”
Mothers love, now a memory.
Mothers soothing voice, only a memory.
Mothers matchless wisdom and with, just a memory.
I’ll see her, hear her, and hold her, when I’m just a memory.
(Copyright C.Craig Burns)