Mom Was Always There First Poem by Kenneth Montfort

Mom Was Always there First


My mom was my first teacher, love, and
friend,
I miss her more and more as each day comes to an end,
She taught me my abc's how to count to 10.

She would come up with games to play with me,
Hours we would spend playing "Redia-ma-redia-marie I see something you don't see......

She taught me how to ride a bike,
Always try to avoid a fight....lol.

She taught me how to dance as a shy awkward teen,
She supported and loved me even when I was mean.

She held me like a baby when I had my first heart ache,
She was my #1 teammate.

She always believed in me no matter how many mistakes I have made,
She would say "this too shall pass" for tomorrow is a new day.

She was my own personnel cook,
Prepared with love and a one of a kind look.

She was my Sunday school teacher, taught me about God, and how to pray.

My confidant who always knew just what to say,
My mother was perfect in each and every way.

Every night I restlessly toss, turn, and struggle to sleep,
My tears flow like a dam that appears to be weak.

How can I get over losing my first teacher, love, and friend,
When the pain never seems to end.