By Didi
When I was a little girl
I was so proud of my wonderful mother.
She could do no wrong.
She was beautiful and perfect in every way.
Then I became a teenager
and things changed in those days.
I found that when I had friends over,
I wanted my mother to go into her room and stay.
When riding in our car, if mother was with us,
I told her to duck down
so my friends would not know my mother was with me.
If she disobeyed,
then I hit the floor on my knees.
No,I was not praying.
I was hiding in.
My friends must never see me in a car
which mother was riding.
When walking down the sidewalk with mother,
We would laugh and chat,
But if I caught a glimpse of my friends,
I became a terrible brat.
I would run ahead of my mother,
saying to her,
You stay back there where you are.
My friends must not know I am with you.
As my friends passed by,
I waved at them with lots of smiles.
But I always saw tears in my mothers eyes.
Then came my wedding day
and mother's heart was filled with pride.
Til I so boldly replied,
You can not stand with me as pictures are taken.
My friends must not know that you are my mother.
Once again she turned away and cried.
Years came and went.
My mother grew old and life for her was spent.
I walked over and stood by her bed.
With a trembling hand she took mine
as she looked at me and said,
My dear child,
I have loved you,
even though so often you pushed me away.
"I think now I will be leaving you,
as I am going home to Jesus.
You will see me no more.
You will never have to be ashamed again.
In Heaven I will be welcomed and loved by all.
I will never be pushed away or hidden out of sight.
I will be in the presence of angels.
I will hear them sing.
One may even take my hand and walk with me.
One may even call me MOTHER.
Well,
I just turned my head and cried.
My love toward my mother had to her been denied.
For what?
A little thing called PRIDE!
I heard my mothers last words
as she whispered ever so faintly,
"I loved you".
But you were ashamed of me
and I do not know why!
Then my mother closed her eyes and died.
Before I could say I'm sorry mother.
All I could do now was kiss her cheek and say goodbye.
I turned to the people and shouted
as loudly as I could.
THIS IS MY MOTHER. I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW!"
But it was too late.
Mother could not hear.
So I walk away,
now with a heart which is forever broke.
