I remember my mother.

Mothers day is once a year, but for me it is every day.

I REMEMBER MY MOTHER.

A simple women, a good wife, she was a good mother.
Not having an easy life, like many, many other.
Good life she didn't have. Tears were plenty!
But with good children her life never was empty.

To give good advice, to learn better manner,
To organize my closet, put everything in order...
She wanted me look up, forward, to have good friend,
Not to follow the faulty ones. She said: "Backward you never bend!"

I REMEMBER MY MOTHER.

She was worried watching carefully my first bicycle try,
And when I fell, hurting myself, she was the only one to cry.
Watching the clock when I came home late,
Worried, afraid...but she had in me lots of fait.

When I was in the hospital to take out my tonsils,
I couldn't talk to her, had to use papers and pencils.
She did all my favorite food, cooked the best dishes
For her only son to get better. That was her wishes.

I REMEMBER MY MOTHER.

She never was sick, always ready to clean, to cook...
One of the pleasures she had: reading a good book.
For my sister and for me clothing had to be fix,
Working, loving her children, it was a healthy mix.

My returning from "gulag" she was far away and sad,
Her heart pulling both ways, this was very bad.
She moved to new promising land, with a flag blue and white,
To work harder, facing the future with little light.

I REMEMBER MY MOTHER.

My mother and me, we lived far apart for many many years.
She never complained, to hold back the painful tears.
Missing a husband, a son, good friends, she just hoped for the best,
Always worried for the family, she did not give her heart a rest.

I had to cut sort my vacation trip short to fly to Israel.....
Can not say GOOD BYE to her, must attend her burial.
The ground is dry now. She is resting forever,
Can't call me: "My dear son..." anymore. Never.

I REMEMBER MY MOTHER.

When I remember her, I feel happy with a smile,
And understanding her, it took me for a while.
Her life was not wasted, but I can't write to her a letter,
But when I think of her with love, I feel much better.

YES! I REMEMBER MY MOTHER!