08/14/2025
Happy Birthday Mommow,
Two years have passed, yet still I hear
the echo of your laughter clear,
a tender voice, a sheltering tone,
that made the world feel safe, my own.
Your kitchen sang of love and care,
aromas rising through the air,
each cookie warm, each rib so true,
a language only born of you.
Silver-white, your crown of grace,
I brushed your hair, I touched your face.
A lady, prim, refined, composed,
yet in the garden, earth-stained clothes.
Your hands would plant, your spirit stand,
against the wrong, for what was planned.
In dresses neat, with mannered poise,
you’d kneel to play with us, our toys.
Two years without your steady light,
two years without your voice at night,
and still I reach, in dreams, to find
the warmth you left sewn in my mind.
If I could be granted one more day with you,
I’d take your arm and walk away,
to shop, to laugh, to simply be,
just once more, you and me.
But though the distance feels so far,
I know you are where angels are.
Your essence lingers, soft and true,
Mommow, I carry all of you,
all that you taught, all that you gave,
the love you sowed, the strength, the brave.
And in my heart, both deep and safe,
I keep these gifts, your endless grace.
I love you, always.
