Poems. A Note to Mom.

Mom…

Your loving voice is the first I recall,

When, as a child, I cried and lost it all.

It calmed me then, and it calms me still.

Its memory warms life’s chilly chill.

When my heart is heavy, I close my eyes,

And feel your love that never dies.

Thanks for the anchor you’ve always been,

When life lashes, I’ll remember it again.

Mom…

Your loving hugs were a magic tonic,

Healing all wounds, no matter how chronic.

When I fell and yelled, scraping my knees,

You said to be brave, and the day always seize.

When treacherous life punches me down,

And I think of myself as a foolish clown,

Be brave, I say, and then take stock,

Never forgetting you, my refuge, my rock.

Mom…

You taught me to love and always be kind,

Saying yield not to hate and its nefarious grind.

“Work hard, my son, though hard that may be,

For nothing worth having ever comes free.”

“Remember Micah, for he said it best,

Do justly, love mercy, and do it with zest.

Never fear the Grim Reaper, no grip doth he hold.

When the hourglass empties, we’ll see streets of gold.

We’ll walk humbly with God and Jesus, His son,

Thankful for His resurrection and the victory we won.”

Mom…

I’ll ditch your beloved compass at Heaven’s bright door,

It’s lessons and guidance, I’ll need never more.

But this let me say, in humility and love,

Thank you for teaching me about Heaven above.

(A poem penned by Anthony Wayne Kalberg.)