SHE WORE AN APRON

She wore an apron
When she would cook
And in her eyes
Was a mischevious look

She prepared Sunday dinner
Like it was our last
We ate so much
For the next three days we’d fast

She didn’t always understand
Me, her wild child
She wondered what would happen
She would smile

She warned me of the dangers
Of living a life free
I didn’t understand her
I thought she didn’t understand me

I always was happy
And spoke my mind
She on the other hand
Was always so kind

She was a good mother
Would once in a while scream
But even when she did
Her eyes would gleam

She was overprotective
Sometimes I couldn’t breathe
I threatened to go
I threatened to leave

When the time came
I could no longer stay
We held each other
And cried that day

She was my Mother
And I loved her true
I swore I’d never be like her
Not me too

Now years have passed
We long ago said goodbye
I can no longer talk to her
I often cry

I often pray
To Heaven above
That she realized
How much she was loved

Those mischevious eyes
And beautiful face
Beautiful as satin
Or the finest lace

I know now why she smiled
Each time we spoke
My personality
Was only a cloak

In my heart
We were the same
Once it happened
And Mom was my name

SHE WORE AN APRON

Sally Omar

Joined January 2008

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