T He Forever Love


My story is about the most beautiful person in my life.The person I'm talking about in my mother.She passed away 28 years ago and is still the love of my life.We did so many things together the hundreds and thousands of things we shaired from funny to life in general and also some of her deep dark secrets. There were times as she went on to tell, then we would laugh and cry. I loved her openness and she always smelled so good,sometimes we would laugh so hard we would pee our pants! One time she worked at a food place,and packed cheese corn in cans.If they were light in weight she could bring them home. My sister and I would yell, who would eat the most.I was the oldest I wanted to eat the most so I sat on the open can. I did not even think I might get my butt stuck in it. My mother was cooking dinner stopped to look at me she was mad. She worked and worked.I then was taken to the hospital to have it cut off! I was grounded for 3 weeks.I still remember that every Christmas when I see the cans of popcorn.  After all these years, I can hear her voice so gentle saying,honey I love you,remember all the good times,don't let the things you can't change cause you problems. I am here in heaven,stay strong some day soon you will see me.We will take up where we left off.I did not have the chance to say I love you too. I miss her more now then ever before. Some times I feel a cool breeze and I know it's her. After she was gone 5 years,I went to her resting place and read my mother what she meant to me, as follows:
                                  My Mother A Rose

A rose so rare,only one of It's kind,I looked and not a petal was torn,this perfect rose stood so straight and tall,the
most outstanding in color,I know there could never be another.This rose survived the worst kind of weather and the most delicate ever.A rose with a fragrance,there is know other,You see this rose is my Mother. My rose was picked and lay-ed to dry, her beauty will never die.
                                                      I love and miss you Mom,

trails trails
56-60, F
6 Responses Feb 23, 2009

I too love your writtings and your words of compassion and love that only comes from our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ the one spotless Lamb of all time.To know He is the same yesterday,today and for always is more beautiful.I know He never breaks a promise.Thank you my friend.

awesome write..from the title till the end....Well….I think mother and daughter relationships are complex because the daughter looks to her mother as a role model of what a woman is As she grows up and sees other woman who live their lives differently, she chooses between imitating her mother or other significant influences in her life As an adolescent she may come to look down on her mother and think that other woman are much better Of course she is not a fully grown woman so she does not understand the challenges and choices that her mother faces It is only when she herself becomes a woman that she can fully appreciate her mother. ...:)

this one's beautiful--especially those word you read to her. =).. appreciation is very, very important in this life. You said it well.

This is beautiful...thanks so much for sharing.

Hi Parlyvous,As I read your story I had chills,it is so wonderful to have had a wonderful mother.I am over the hill and I can not believe the people who did not love their mother.It breaks my heart.Your mother had to be beautiful in her loving spirt for the love and strength she had to take care of your father and children.I am happy for you.Bless you,write when you can.<br />

I read your story about your Mother through tears. I lost my Mom two years ago. Like yours, she was my best friend and we would have adventures together. We didn't have much money, but we could make our own fun and also discover the beauty of Nature through exploring the Mountains, desert. She was the one that introduced we kids to Museums, that opened up a whole new world to us. The same with reading.<br />
She took care of my Father through 30 years of illness, and during that time my brother passed away at 20 years of age.<br />
I laughed through my tears though at your sitting on the can of corn. It is the simple things that leave the strongest memories.