December 1

I remember December first

The day my mommy died

It was a sad and lonely day

I always had a hard time 

When It was time to cry

My tears were held back

For a few emotional days

Maybe it took till the day

The closed the casket

To put the close on me

And then the tears did fall

Like rain in a spring storm

A windy shower

The kind that brings May flowers

I held my feeling in about then

The way I always do

no one could get in

Not my wife

or children too

I felt all alone in the world

It sure came crashing down

memories of those few days

Brings back pain and make me feel

Helpless and weak

I learned I had to grow up

And really face the world

No more advice

From the Woman

who Meant the world to me

Her advice was always do your best

At what ever you try to do

That saying nearly broke my back

When I felt I bit off 

a little more than I could chew

But I remember December first

When I felt my very worst.