mother....precious gift of god..!!

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.

You thanked her by waiting until she left the house to watch them.

When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.

You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.

You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, she came home from work, expecting a hug.

You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.

You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.

You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.

You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags

You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.

You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.

You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

wow such a strong massage, like how you brought this piece together.
Great job, well done.

[Jessi Leigh]

Goosebumps... This is how it is until we stop taking our loved ones for granted. Thank you for writing this and reminding us of what's important

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poem told a real story. It is a circle of life. We must care for the people who cared for us. I like the way you expressed the situations in the poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Maria M.]

I think I will hug my mother when she comes home today...I hope that this is not a true story...but it is so beautifully true--we just never see what we have until it is gone!