Remember

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Good afternoon mom! I’m so glad you dropped by for coffee, and I am brewing a fresh pot of your favorite just for you. Hmm, there’s nothing better than the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, don’t you agree?

It’s a lovely afternoon with crisp breezes and scents of fall in the air. So perfect for chatting and enjoying the leaves as they dance and amuse. We both love this time of the year, don’t we?

You know I’m thrilled you’re here. It has been awhile and I think of you often. Hey mom, do you remember?

When I was a child, I was pretty mild and not too wild. I was your little girl with a head full of curls. My dresses were frilly, I never felt silly. Shoes galore, I always wanted more. We dressed to the nines, you and me. Our sense of style was for all to see. Oh yes mom, we had a passion for fashion!

When I was a teen, I was pretty mild and not too wild. I was your best friend and you were mine. We figured life out, time after time. I had to be cool and you understood. Much more than any mother could. We dressed to the nines, you and me. Our sense of style was our identity. Oh yes mom, fashion became our passion!

When I was a young woman, I was pretty mild and not too wild. If I needed comfort, you were always there. Such a loving mother, I knew you cared. When you were sad, I felt bad. If you were blue, I was there for you. Yes, we dressed as ladies because we should and because we could. Back in the day, that was the way.

When I was twenty-three, you were gone. I felt the world had done me wrong. Why an end to your melody? It wasn’t time to end your song. Your image still lingers in my memory. Yes, our passion for fashion was meant to be. And mom I must say, you look lovely today. I miss you so, in every way.

If we were having coffee, this is the way it would be. A memorable chat, just you and me.

Your loving daughter,

Eugenia

This post is a tribute to my mom – May 9, 1909 to November 12, 1963

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Alteration of original post May 22, 2016

 

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46 replies

  1. Beautiful. It made me cry.

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  2. This is lovely. I could write something similar to my mother. She was a jewel as well.

    Have a fabulous day and weekend. ♥

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  3. I’m so sorry for your loss. This is very well written

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  4. Lovely. Oh how I wish I could have a morning cup of coffee and a chat with my mom again. You brought me to tears, but in a good way. ❤️

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  5. The metaphor of coffee as a bonding agent starts beautifully, and depicts the camaraderie despite the generation gap. It gets more emotional as you proceed ahead, and ends in the unexpected. There is a beautiful, languid flow in the writing. It makes the reader long for an idyllic companionship.

    May I ask a question? Do you identify with your Mom today, and feel that a part of her lives in you?

    Thanks for joining in!

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  6. this is so spectacular, beautiful words and emotional!

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  7. Your verses come across as truly honest and genuine – beautifully expressed, Eugenia, and so obviously from the heart.

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  8. Really lovely post, Eugenia. Nice flow and beautifully written. A loving memory indeed.

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  9. Hi Eugenia, I thought your post was so beautiful, a great tribute to your mother. Losing her at 23 is a bitter pill to swallow when you think about how close you were to her, but you do have 23 years of great memories of her. My mum also died young, I was almost 30 at the time and she up and died, suddenly no warning…..I still miss her and feel she missed out on seeing so many of her grandkids come into the world and grow into the people they are…

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    • I appreciate your kind comment, Michael. It’s difficult to understand why we lose our mums at a young age – meaning their age and our age. I was a newlywed at the time and felt losing my mom was unfair. Then, as time went on and I matured (I think – lol), I realized a lot in life is not fair. I miss my mom too, yet I know she is in a better place.

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  10. Beautifully written. She was blessed, as were you. Hugs.

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  11. I don’t think we ever get over missing our moms. This is a beautiful tribute.

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  12. A beautiful piece of writing, I loved it!

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  13. Really think this is a wonderful tribute to your mum Eugenia, sure she is looking down upon you and so proud.

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  14. What a sweet tribute Eugenia. No matter how old we grow, we never get over the loss of a loving parent. Your post for your mom warms my heart 🙂

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  15. Beautiful poetry Eugenia and I echo the words and sentiments that have already been shared. Your mum would be proud.

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  16. At 23 that was a young age to lose a parent.. And a Mother is so important in our lives.. This was indeed a most poignant post dear Eugenia and heartfelt.. As one remembers all of those dear ones we have lost..
    Love and Blessings xx Sue xx

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  17. Lovely tribute to your mother. She is watching over you from above. 😇🤗🤗

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