My pretty mom, you inspire me to write,
how I love the way you smiled at us,
I love your smiling face and eyes,
and the dimples that appeared.
No longer will we see that smiling face,
except in memories gone by,
I often sit around the house,
with tears running from my eyes.
Time wasted over the years,
as we traveled and did our own thing,
we talked a lot on the phone,
but it never was the same.
Thoughts of you invade my mind,
both day and night,
I sit and struggle not to cry,
No matter what I do, I always lose the fight.
I love the way you used to dance,
it brings a smile to my face,
but I always conclude in my mind,
you’re in a better place.
Earth is a misery, without those I love,
But try I must to get along,
for you are up above,
Now I must say with a tearful heart,
Remember my loving words while we’re apart
John was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland, and has traveled extensively across the United States and abroad. He presently lives in California with his wife Marlene and their two dogs. His degree is in business management and communications. He has been writing web-based content for nearly 20 years for a number of different clients including such brands as GMC, loan.com, Cars Direct, Angie’s List, Family Handyman and many others.