Remember You

Five years ago today, my mother died. Every year, I write a poem for her to keep her memory alive.



Remember You

Who will remember me when I am gone?
Who will keep the flame alive?
As I remember you today,
My mother, my friend.

OctPoWriMo 27 - A Wild Rose

A Wild Rose

Petals of satin

Shades of white through magenta

I remember Mom

The fragrance of spring

Delicate blooms and sharp thorns

I remember Mom

Ev’ry year I’d bring

Her a wild rose from our yard

I remember Mom

June 12, 2016

Today she would be sixty-three.
On June 12th, 1953,
A baby girl was born, and she
Grew up, and she gave birth to me.

Today she would be sixty-three:
The one human who always loved me
From the very moment she
Learned my birth was to be.

I learned to love, I learned to be
The woman I was meant to be,
And she was very proud of me.
Today she would be sixty-three.

OctPoWriMo 23 - Killed in the Line of Duty

If you follow the news, you probably have heard of the shooting on Canada's Parliament Hill in our capital city of Ottawa. It's terrifying, because things like this just don't happen in our "nice" country. But today, I want to focus on the man who stood guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The post is an honour given to members of the Canadian military and reserves. The guards are ceremonial, and don't carry loaded weapons, so couldn't defend themselves by returning fire. Corporal Nathan Cirillo of the Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders reserve regiment was killed. RIP, Cpl Cirillo.

Killed in the Line of Duty

He guarded the tomb of the unknown soldier;

His name will be remembered.

A soldier, a father, an animal lover:

He left us too soon.