Mother's Day 2017, Part II
by Michael Romani

I miss my mom
That's no surprise
I think as I stare at the screen
Through sleepy eyes

My earliest memory
Is that of her role
In what was usually
- In any military brat's poll
Her special place in our family

She had told me, it was a dream
Feeding us apple sauce from a brown bowl
That there was no bowl with a blue stripe
But it was real alright; real as it seems
My sister gave me that bowl
After my mom had died
She gave it to me and we both cried

My father had nearly always been away at sea
My mother? She was the anchor of our family

(c) May 14, 2017  Michael Romani

Like you always read to me and then when I had little girls, I read to them…

I love you Mom!!.. to the moon and back

I wonder if up in Heaven in that place outside of time, if you remember now that brown bowl you would feed us apple sauce like some special treat.  I was maybe 3.  Michele was 5 or so.  When she went through your things, Michele found that and shared it with me. Why that memory has always been etched on my mind, I can’t possibly explain.  But the memory brings such warm feelings of love and safety and your constant nurturing.  Thank you for that mom.. it still means everything to me….