I had a marvelous Mother, who loved me,
Sacrificed for me and helped me in every way possible.
In all of my growing up from childhood through School and eventually marriage,
My mother was always at my side
And when I needed help with my little ones,
She was there for me.
A few years ago, we buried this wonderful
Can you imagine how I felt when I returned home and
Found poem in her drawer written by my mom
The time is now
If you are ever going to love
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feeling Which from true
Love me now while I am living
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiselled in marble
Sweet words on ice-cold stone
If you have tender thoughts of me
Please let me know now
If you wait until I am sleeping
There will be death between us
And I will not hear you then
So if you love me, even a little bit
Let me know while I am living
So that I can treasure it
Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt
Because I never told her what she meant to me.
Worse yet, I did not treat her as she deserved to be
I found time for everyone and everything else
But I never made time for her.
It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea
And a hug but my friends came first.
Would any of them have done for me what my mother did,
I know the answer
When I called mom on the phone,
I was always in a hurry.
I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off.
I remember too, the times I could have included her and did not.
Our children loved Grandma from the times they were babies.
They often turn to her for comfort and advice.
Grandma gave them unconditional love.
She understood them.
I realize now that I was too critical,
Too short-tempered, too stingy with praise.
The world is filled with sons, daughters and a child like me.
I hope they see themselves in this letter and realize from it.