On the last day of September, I take a moment to celebrate another year with my amazing mother. I remember this with a song that always reminds me of her birthday, “Try To Remember” by The Sandpipers.
Many years ago I wrote a poem about my mother. Nothing can truly capture how incredible of a human being she is and the life experiences she survived. From those, she carried lessons forward that I still gain from every day.
From being a woman fighting for the Equal Rights Amendment since she was a teenager, starting her career in COBOL and FORTRAN, teaching me the definition of resilience, instilling in me a love of life and learning, and being an amazing human at every turn – she has had a huge impact on the world around her by being herself.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
My mother was a commune girl
She waved her olive branch high
She painted pictures of the things
We’ll never see in our little lives
My mother was a loving dove
She nurtured all who found her
She took the world into her arms
With the magic she could conjure
My mother was a flower child
She bathed in fields of daisies
And though she looks so young
Her age says she’s in her sixties
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem and dedication today! If you enjoyed it, please take a moment to like or leave a comment.