Remembering Mom on Mother’s Day


Mother’s Day changed forever eighteen years ago when I lost my Mom to cancer. She truly embodied the spirit of inspiration for me. A breast cancer survivor of ten years, she used her remission to embark on many of her dreams. When the cancer came back, we knew her chance of survival was slim, but gave thanks for the ten years we would have missed. I was only twenty five when I lost Mom, but learned to cherish every day and never wait to pursue my dreams.

Mom’s Garden

By Susan Cunningham

Midnight’s kiss blows its doom,

As heaven calls you to its room.

Vacant without your tender love,

The sun rises crimson red above.

Dim next to the dew covered grass,

Your flower bed beckons, recalling its past.

Your spirit remains, a shadow among the rocks,

A gentle nudge along a path you no longer walk.

What blessings you gave you will never know,

The part you play continues to grow.

Emptiness has a meaning, purpose a guide,

As marigolds and pansies bloom side by side.


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