Mark Edgemon has been writing for 30 years. He writes and publishes short stories, articles, poetry and scripts, as well as, produces audio comedy productions for over 700 radio stations nationwide.
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On this Memorial Day, I recollect the days of my mother's presence;
Encouraging me, loving me unconditionally, the only way I could be loved.
For my days of exploration, of expanding my borders, of reaching high;
Had to be tempered with spiritual grounding, a balance she helped me to
find.
She rejoiced in my successes and rose up mightily to protect my fledgling
days,
So I could do the things in life that she herself gave up, in order to see
me through.
She loved me and proved it; watching over me when I was sick and hurting;
Crying for me when I was bad, but giving me room to find my own way.
I too was there when she needed me; an adult with a family of my own; I was
there,
When she was tired and needed assistance, when her priorities had changed
And her welfare was no longer her top concern, I made it my own. My family
loved her, assisted her,
Cooked for her, met her needs; satisfied her wants until her time was
complete. I will never forget!
The End
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