With the holidays behind us, its time for many of us to leave our families behind.
This poem is dedicated to mom.
Throughout our childhood, my mom was always there for us.
It was her job (or so we thought) to bake and sew, to care and fuss.
She’d host our parties, watch our sport,
Help with homework or build a fort.
My mom is in my first sweet sip of tea each morning,
And the shuffle of slippers down the passage as the sun comes up.
She’s the rich, chocolate colour in a mohair rug,
The sure comfort of my hot water bottle.
She’s the crackle of gift-wrapping on Christmas morning,
And the twinkle of lights in the tree.
I can hear her voice humming as I carve the turkey.
She’s the wafting aroma of perfume
She’s the lipstick smudge kiss on my cheek,
The swish of her evening gown slipping out the door.
She’s the sound of applause as I walk on stage,
And the face in the crowd I instinctively seek.
She laughs alongside me and is in each tear that I shed.
She was my first love, my very first friend
Her voice reminds me to apply sun block,
Wear a smile, walk up straight.
My mom is the place that I came from, the home I return to,
The directions I follow on my journey through life.
My mom is ALL of these things, and so much more…
My mom will always be here
Beside me.
by Angelique Goldsworthy
