I Remember (Mother)

I remember sharing moments with my mother
I remember her soft chuckles of laughter when we would watch episodes of either The Honeymooners or The Golden Girls, late at night
I remember her dedication
I remember the hours she would spend making/sewing garments for her customers
I remember the swishing sounds of her sewing machine
I remember the small sweat-beads accumulating on her nose as she worked tirelessly
I remember the savory tastes of her home-cooked meals, and she would always ask me how does it taste in her sweet Bajan accent: “It taste good?”
I remember when she moved 3000 miles away
I remember the ongoing pain she dealt with because of her arthritis
I remember seeing her down
I remember her tears
I remember the last time I talked to my mother
I remember telling her I was coming home for Thanksgiving
I remember saying goodbye to my mother – the lump in my throat getting larger; trying to hold back my tears

(Dedicated to my beloved mother)
Written: 3.13.09
Revised: 4.4.09

~Patrice