Poems.

To: Mom|From: Jay

My mom was a bright face
among the crowd of people around me.
She held my hand
On the first day of kindergarten
And wiped my hands on her pants
After I ate the cookies she made.

She taught me to read,
How to write my name
And did not scream at me
When I wrote it on the walls,
Which she cleaned every day
when I was a toddler.

My mom was like an angel when she took my pain away.
I still remember the smell of her hands
On my face when I was hot
And feverish late at night.

She taught me about the moon
And the rays, the frogs,
the spiders and the shooting stars.

My mom taught me to be myself,
Never be afraid,
And to trust no one.
She should've taken her own advice.

My mom told me how babies were born and how they grow and age.
She taught me to be strong and bold
And then my mom died.

She left without warning,
Very abruptly.
The last thing she said to me:
Don't forget to lock the door,
And turn the t.v. off
before you go to bed.