My Mommy

Today is Mother's Day, and it is the first one I am spending without my sweet mommy. I lost her last October, and I'm still struggling with the sudden pangs of pain.

Today, I will swallow the huge lump in my throat and remember my mommy as she deserves.

She had the sweetest smile. In fact, my mom when she was younger was a hottie. I could only wish I had a portion of her looks.

My mommy was a gentle soul. If ever harsh words came out of her mouth, she immediately regretted them.

My mommy was a good mom. She always cared for me and made sure I wanted for nothing. She made sure I had a warm meal and a comfortable, sweet smelling bed.

She loved to play solitaire.

My mommy was a solitairy soul. She liked quiet and peace more than anything else. She never imposed herself on anything or anyone.

My favorite memories of my mom:

Her laughing, beautifully clad in a sari in Bangladesh, surrounded by her admirers.

Her holding me in the high waves in Atlantic City. I asked her to take me there so the waves could wash over us.

Sitting quietly with her on the grass, enjoying a picnic for two.

Her calling me to come up from the playground because my dad was on his way home.

Her staying up with me when I was ill. I still call for her when I'm sick.

Watching soaps with her, and explaining what the heck is going on.

My mommy telling me she is proud of me when I got my diploma.

The smile on her face when she got flowers.

I love you my mommy, and may your soul be at peace. I hope with all my heart that you are happy.