Creative Mom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering childhood, always being thin, all legs, Dad
calling me daddy-long-legs, a nickname that I took as a
compliment.

Always running everywhere, climbing trees, just being a
tom boy, daring nature to defy me as I climbed higher
into it's branches.

Wonderful freedom, carefree, being well-taken care of
every day, by a Mom who was amazing in every way.

A born artist, she would always draw awesome pictures,
on my lunchbox, changing the picture every day and
drawing beautiful drawings just for me.

A wonderful original, creative way to show her love
for me, always proud to show it off to friends and
teachers at school.

So many wonderful little things Mom would do for me,
when twelve, she told me that I had to create my own
design in life, she then drew what hers looked like,
it was amazing!

Right away with her encouragement, I found my life's
design and creatively drew it just to show it to her.

Complimenting me on how intricate and beautiful it
looked, making me feel so proud of what I'd done.

An amazing original creative childhood, all because of
my amazing talented Mom who always did her best to care
for all of us every day.