You were a gypsy queen
who sat cross legged on golden oak floors
guitar on lap, singing about being His “Flower Child”.
You wore bell bottomed corduroys
and wire rimmed John Denver glasses
making even Chicago a “country road” to home.
Your hair was straight
and long and brown, no curly grey
to interrupt its beauty. And you were just that…a beauty.
You made bean soup and corn bread
a special event, ironed cloth napkins
and all with a side of fried okra.
You were crazy in love with Daddy
treating him like the great man
that He was because of the great woman you are.
You hid behind trees, until certain
that I could walk to school
alone. We laughed about it even then.
You exude femininity and womanhood
because you make everything you touch more beautiful.
The world is a much better place for having had you.
You walked out your grief
when you lost your man to the world beyond
with grace and beauty and dependence upon Him.
You hungered and thirsted for more of God,
making all the spectators in the stands
want to join in the race so they could drink and be satisfied.
Because this is who you were,
this is what you are:
treasured friend, confidant, and mentor to all who take time to watch in wonder.
And it has been you and your shadow all along
The two of us being stretched
like the image in a circus mirror.
Like a sundial, the shadow of who you were
encircles the reality of who you are,
because His light shines on you, and He is illuminated
to a lost and dying world
who watch us with eagle eyes.
They watch not for uncommon greatness, but for what you have in the every day:
Jesus made real.
And you do that so well.
We need you and your reality with Him. May I follow in your footsteps like Elisha with Elijah.
Double portion of Jesus
In private belonging to Him, to the world proving His existence.
17 thoughts on “I Remember You Mama”
What a wonderful and touching poem that you wrote about the wonderful person that your mom is and always has been…
Oh kd…this is just breathtakingly beautiful…what mother doesn’t want to be honored in such a way…you are richly blessed to have her as your model…may you both have a rich mother’s day~
Absolutely beautiful! 🙂
What beautiful words to honor an even more beautiful woman!
what an amazing tribute to an amazing mom…what a blessing!
This is beyond beautiful, Kim.
This makes me want to meet your mama. Your words are sheer gift! Double portion of Jesus-Beautiful! Hope you had a wonderful mother’s day.
Why didn’t you put a photo of her? I would have liked to see how she looked, a gypsy queen! My mom used to peep over fences at me too! I would have liked to write something like this for my mom. You have a gift with words, KD!!
Oh dear that’s me above posting as papemelroti, our gift shop. Somehow I always have a hard time posting comments on wordpress blogs!
Thank you for these amazing words. You speak for many grateful daughters and sons.
Dearest friend, a precious tribute to your precious mum… I could see her in every phrase – truly a lovely woman in every way. Only one so pure, kind and gentle could have nourished a soul as sweet and untainted as yours. I love you, and her, dearly.
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Celebrate and love your mama. Hold her close if you can…she is dear.
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A grown-up Little Girl’s tribute to her mother. (Kimberly is my still Best Girldfriend Blogger.)
You are so kind….
Love your mom … she is all you describe and more. You have captured her “real” self beautifully!