An Ode to Mom

I know I’ve been blessed,

in the one who I call Mom.

But as I’ve gotten older, I find it to be ever more true.

She has always been one I can count on,

even when the rest of the world has gone mad.

Her smile is my comfort,

her hurt is mine.

The many memories I have with her

go back to Prims in Corvallis,

baking in the kitchen or teaching me during homeschool days.

Walking the Butte as a kid, and the dog park as an adult.

Her faithful prayers as she rubs my head as I’m once again

crying about the pain that won’t go away.

Singing non-sensical songs whenever we can.

Talking over the novels we’ve read.

Her optimistic view of life rubbed off on me

and how thankful I am that it did.

I look first for the good in people.

I find it a compliment to be told I’m like her.

To share a middle name with her,

is an added blessing I’m so glad to have.

So while I have to leave today,

and drive the few hours to my new home –

I’ll be praising Him who thought to bless me

with the special woman I call Mom.

I love you Mom!!!

~Laura

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