My Mom died in eptember of 2003. I wrote this poem on Thanksgiving Eve. She was amazingand I still wonder how she did many of these things today.
Questions For My Mother
Hello God, can I talk to my mother?
There are so many things she forgot to tell me.
What temperature is right for a Thanksgiving turkey?
How much flour do I add to the gravy?
How do I make a car payment, buy groceries and pay the phone bill
from one paycheck and still have some left for Christmas?
How do I give up the things that I need,
to create the abundance that brings joy without acknowledgment?
How do I give love that I dont receive back,
with faith that someday the feeling will return?
How do I endure the pain of old scars sliced open,
when others insist my blood is not real?
Who do I talk to when no one will hear me?
Where do I go when I feel all alone?
When it seems that everyone has lost all faith in me,
Where will I go for an ego boost?
Where do I find that travel companion
who shares planning and payment without expectations?
Who will be my greatest critic
And always remain my greatest fan?
Who will guide me for the rest of my journey?
Who will teach me whats ahead?
Who will answer all of my questions?
Who will love me without condition?
God, please tell my mother I love her.
Ill find the answers and Ill be okay.
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