Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

********************Engraved Feelings**************1979


sitting in my mothers chair
pain is etched everywhere
feeling the aches and pains
that she must go through
living in her solitude.

a house is not a home
if no one picks up the phone.
a telephone call is all she asks
it's not much of a task.

staring at the pictures of her
grand childrens faces.
recalling when she was younger
with no lines or traces.
that old age would soon appear.
it was something that she did not fear.

now her medical problems have gotten worse
she is more or less an invalid, and needs a nurse.
this is something that she always feared
the burden upon her children, far and near.

yet there is something that she does not realize.
that all her children love her
and will always be close by.

Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2009

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  • Queeny Gona (9/24/2013 12:42:00 PM)

    So much i miss my mom if I had to stay away from home for any reason(studies) I would get worried if she doesnt pick up my call for a while and if it is for abt a day or two my anxiety accelerates along with ky heart beat!

    Wondetful dedication and tribute to dear mother! I loved it the most dear brother! (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/24/2009 8:38:00 PM)

    now her medical problems have gotten worse
    she is more or less an invalid, and needs a nurse.
    this is something that she always feared
    the burden upon her children, far and near.

    yet there is something that she does not realize.
    that all her children love her
    and will always be close bynow her medical problems have gotten worse
    she is more or less an invalid, and needs a nurse.
    this is something that she always feared
    the burden upon her children, far and near.
    yet there is something that she does not realize.
    that all her children love her
    and will always be close by............with the advancement of old age one tends to forget and even love from children donot appeal.. this is state hen one fear for life..iloed poem to the extent that it depicts true picture.....10

    read mine is old age curse? ? ? mother.....mom i miss u... mom where are u (Report) Reply

  • Heather S (9/7/2009 8:54:00 PM)

    this is very wonderful, i have just recently lost my grandmother and this poem speaks the truth in my eyes (Report) Reply

  • Christine Kerr (9/5/2009 11:45:00 PM)

    Reminds me of a poem my brother wrote for our mother. The last two lines went something like....

    Thoe we are all grown and out on our own
    There is nothing like the love we seek
    from our mom, on our visits home.

    There are some memories that will stay with us for ever, especially when it comes to Moms. Thanks Louis for putting it out there. (Report) Reply

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