| Mom In the last 12 years you’ve changed, Once warm and accepting, You became bitter and reclusive, And the light I was used to, went out. I remember the support and unfailing love, Of years gone by. Pieces of sunshine and encouragement, To a son who was defective. It seems now hard to accept your death, Memories of a warm kitchen, Delicious food in abundance, And your glowing smile which was contagious. Your change in later years was beyond your control, The body breaking down, Resultant mental complications, Different behavior, different person. I choose to remember you, Mom, As you were before. Even though I was a mistake for a son, Your memorie will always evoke nostalgic love. © 2002 John Rohlfing Back background from a painting by Melissa Preston * |