The Woman
The woman I know from long ago
is the woman who did watch me grow.
She cooked and cleaned every day
and was happiest when she listened to me play.
She loved Chopin and Haydn too
and always smiled when I was through.
The woman I knew when I was ill
was always there to warm my chill.
She soothed my brow when I was sad
and laughed me into being glad.
She allowed me space to be alone
and taught me all that she had known.
The woman I remember from my past
gave me memories that will last.
She taught me life is just a test
and that love should be my lifelong quest.
My mom is the woman of whom I write.
She's gone now but still in my sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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