Expert Author Julie H Levine
Don't think of me...
when you have a birthday and you know how many years ago you were born and where you were born and when you were born and that a woman gave birth to you and as scared as she was with no one to help her or teach her she did good as the woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me...
on a holiday when you sit around someone's table and eat the holiday food and maybe it tastes like it did when you were a child and maybe it isn't as good as the taste you remember from the holidays where you sat at a table with a woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me
when you look in the mirror and you are brushing your teeth and see something in your expression that is a reminder of how you were taught to brush your teeth or who you look like in your eyes and your facial features as they are reminiscent of the woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me
when the spring comes and the grass grows green and children are riding their bicycles and people are planting their flowers and there are dandelions like the ones you would put in a bouquet and bring to the woman who would kiss you and tell you she loved your gutts as she cried tears of tenderness from the emotions welled up in the woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me
on your wedding day when you take on a love and life all anew with a celebration and festivities and with the empty place as I am not there to witness your union as you break the glass upon the rabbi's instruction reflecting on your beliefs and do you believe and respect G-d as you learned in Hebrew school when you were guided through traditions by the woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me
when your newborn cries and you waken in the night to a wife who cares for the bundle of joy and nurtures so many emotions that you wonder how a woman can take on such a responsibility as to care for a life through so many sleepless nights like the woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me
as your children ask you questions about where your own Mommy is and why you don't see her and they don't know her and does she love them and don't you miss her and why don't you talk to her if you know where she is and she loves you as the woman who is your mother.
Don't think of me
if some day your heart hurts with a loss that sears through your skin and rips out your insides and you wish you were dead from the heartache that someone put you through like you did to her to the woman who is your mother.
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