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I love working in the bookstore where I am constantly surprised 

as I get to watch slices of life play out before my eyes…

I heard them before I saw them…a mother and her daughter too.

“Hey Mom”, I heard the daughter say, “let me hold the door for you”.

The daughter stood there smiling while opening the door wide…

as her mom, now using a walker, slowly stepped inside.

“Hey Mom! Do you want to look for a book?” her daughter ask her twice.

"Come to think of it”, her mother said, “a dictionary would be nice.”

I showed them a used dictionary, the mother’s face turned red…

“It’s just like the one you had growing up!”

“We’ll take it!” the daughter said.

“Hey Mom, do you want to look for another book?” the daughter asked

“If you want…you know you can.”

“No, I’m tired dear I think I’d like to sit down and talk to this young man.”

(I looked around the store, no other customers did I see

I happily concluded as this mother smiled…she was talking about me!)

She sat, we talked together in voices kind and calm

Meanwhile throughout the store we heard her daughter call “Hey Mom”.

“Hey Mom, are you sure you don’t want another book?” 

“Hey Mom, here’s something you don’t want to miss.”

“Hey Mom I remember reading this when I was young.”

“Hey Mom take a look at this.”

The mother smiled as she heard her daughters questions, her calls…her pleas…

“It’s nice to have a daughter.” she said, “who takes good care of me.

“Hey Mom, do you want to get some ice cream?” the daughter asked as they headed out the store…

“Hey Mom, watch your step…be careful as you’re walking out the door.”

I love how life is cyclical because as the mother finally cleared the door

another mother held it for her daughter as she ran into the store…

“Hey Mom, can I get a book?” her daughter asked…

“there’s so many in here I haven’ t read…

Her mother smiled as she looked at me..

“Of course you can.” She said.

And as the Mom passed by the counter…

With grace…with confidence…with aplomb

A voice rang out from the back of the store…

“Hey Mom! Come here!…”Hey Mom!”

When you were born you were so tiny.

I was already taken with your charms.

We both began to cry until they put you in my arms.

I think I know what made us stop.

It was easy for me to see.

We both could hear the music of two hearts in harmony.

When you were born you couldn’t talk…but to my surprise

You seemed to say so much to me…when I looked into your eyes.

When you were born you couldn’t walk.

You didn’t have a clue…

but that didn’t matter because anywhere we went…I would carry you.

When you grew up…began walking on your own

I was there to guide you

and as you became more independent…I was proud to walk beside you

When you grew up…you didn’t stop talking

but, to my surprise

I still found so much meaning…when I looked into your eyes.

Even now, when you’re upset

If I hold you close to me

We both calm down when we feel…two hearts in harmony.

And after all these years and all life’s changes

I’m still just as taken with your charms…

as I was the day when you were born

the day they put you in my arms.

As I was the day you began to crawl…

the day you began to walk…

The day you smiled at me with your eyes…

the day you began to talk…

And even though we’re not as together

as we once used to be

In quiet moments I still feel it…

don’t you?

two hearts in harmony.

“What are you doing, son?” she asked after he began to carry her

when she was having trouble as they walked down by the sea?

“Just returning the favor,” Mom, he said, 

“for all those years…you carried me.”

She’s no longer here…but I like to keep her near

because that’s what children do

So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme

I like to relive a memory…or two

Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day

to be patient, kind-hearted…nice

How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving

How she lived a life of love and sacrifice.

Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook

How she was not afraid to weep

how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake

and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep?

How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance

If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it.

How when I’d berate her…or told her how I hate her

She knew deep in her heart…I didn’t mean it

How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed

yet, somehow, she was never out of style

And what about those nights…when I’d wake up in a fright

how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile.

She treated my friends old or new like they were family too

She seemed to make the whole world bright

And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad

She brought color to my world of black and white.

How her impact never died…she continues today to guide

my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it.

I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her

but in my heart and soul…I’m pretty sure she knew it.

Despite the fact she’s gone…I could go on and on

and I will when I am by myself…alone

But I’m sure each one of you have your remembrances too

so I’ll leave room now…for memories of your own:

As we sit alone together inside our hospital room

It was only but one day ago I held you in my womb.

And today although you’re still too young to fully understand

In what truly is a miracle…I’m holding you in my hands.

How fast we must adjust…adapt…how swiftly we rearrange

This is your first life lesson…how quickly life can change.

There will come a day you no longer fit inside my hands…but do not be too alarmed

because there will never come a time…you don’t fit inside my arms.

You see there’s something magical about a mother’s love…that all your life holds true

It doesn’t matter how big you grow…my love will grow with you.

So as I stare into your eyes today….I find it easy to admit

from my womb, to my hands, to my arms…you are a perfect fit

And I promise I will love you…and be captivated by your charms

as long as I am living…as long as you fit inside my arms.

With this poem I begin to celebrate mothers…

their wonder, their compassion…their mystique… 

I’m not waiting until Sunday however…

I’ll be celebrating every day this week:

As the day to celebrate moms approaches wouldn’t it be great to find a way

to act toward one another as if every day was Mother’s day.

We wouldn’t have to change a lot…wouldn’t have to make too much of a fuss

if we treated the entire world the way our mother’s treated us.

Just like Mom…

we’d share a smile with everyone and we would have the knack

of discovering the perfect way…to make them smile back.

Just like Mom…

we would comment on their beauty…their face, their eyes, their hair

and we would try to make them feel special any time and anywhere.

Just like Mom…

we would applaud the little things they do…by their smallest gestures we’d be enthralled.

We would encourage their success but help them up if they should fall.

Just like Mom…

we would treat the world with love and kindness, 

help to heal other’s pains and aches

We would be accepting, 

we’d be gentle 

and we’d forgive them their mistakes.

Just like Mom… 

We would find more time to play, we’d find more time to share.

We would show others by our actions they are important…that we care.

Wouldn’t this world be a better place…more harmonious and calm…

If we treated every creature, 

everybody

just like Mom?

When she wondered if she had ever seen anything as beautiful as her baby

a voice inside her answered

Never

and when she wondered how long this feeling of love would last

that same voice whispered

forever.

The longer I live this life the more that I have found

how life is but a circle…and how we travel round…

Our circle begins as a thought… a simple wish…a hope…a sigh

a dream…a spark in our mom’s imagination…a twinkle in her eye.

For she begins our circle…our circle of life on Earth

through the beauty of creation…through the wonder of our birth.

This is part of her circle…part of her design

and this is where her circle and our circle intertwine.

Initially she helps to guide us as each new morning dawns

providing comfort, compassion and love…as our circle’s being drawn .

But there comes a time in every life…a time every mom must know

when it’s time to separate the circles…time to let us go.

For part of drawing her circle is knowing once we’re grown…

she has provided us the strength and independence…to draw circles of our own.

This is how it is supposed to be…our circles are meant to intertwine.

It is part of the natural order…part of the grand design.

We are meant to share moments, memories, children, grandchildren…

laughter, joy and tears…

food and fun, and comedy and tragedy through all the coming years.

Until there comes a time when our mom needs us…when her journey slows

when she looks to us for guidance…knowing her circle’s about to close.

And we’re happy now to comfort her…as she finds her way up to the stars.

Happy to guide her journey tenderly…as she once guided ours

Until the day we say goodbye…knowing we’ve been blessed by a life so sweet

feeling at the same time sad but happy…her circle is complete.

When she searches through memories of her mom…

the first ones she seems to choose

are all the times her mom would help her…

the times she bent down to tie her shoes.

She remembers these moments fondly…

as Mom would give her laces a tug..

and she would lay her head upon her shoulder 

then give her mom a hug.

Her memories flow from that point on…

homework…boyfriends…the Senior Prom…

She attributes so much of who she is to growing up with Mom.

Joys and sorrows, wedding, children…

all the time she was happily aware

when she needed a shoulder to laugh or cry on…

Mom was always there.

Then came a time her mom needed her…

it was now her time to share

and she happily let her mom know…

that she, too, would be there.

Her mom asked, “How can I ever thank you for all the things you do?

and “What did I ever do in life to deserve a daughter like you?”

She laid her head upon her mom’s shoulder…

and hugged her like she did when she was two…

“It all began when I was a little girl,” she said, 

“and you bent down to tie my shoes.”