Remembering Mom

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. I love the sentiments in it and decided to repost it again in memory of my mom who passed away in 2007 at the age of 93.

A Love Story

She watched him tall and lean

With bib overalls and a head of dark hair

Thinking how handsome he was

How strong and capable a man he had become

He was only sixteen //but gave the appearance of eighteen

His gait was long // intense // full of determination

She loved that about him // the boy/man from across the field

Smart and fun to be around // his smile was full of laughter.

There he was, driving his father’s four milk cows up her lane

To share pasture with twenty-five more

Self-conscious // she picked her father’s tee shirt

Hanging it on the porch line strung between two posts

Glancing towards the lane she caught his attention

He waved and gave a hearty, “Hi Beatrice! How are you today!”

Tongue tied, she could only reply, “I’m fine!”

And then he was gone // on up the lane and over the hill

It was evident he was special // graduating from high school at sixteen

She // only fourteen // knew she was in love

She would wait for him and follow him to the ends of the earth…

And she did

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In memory of my mother who lived across the field from my father when they were growing up in the early part of the last century.