A Chuck Weiskircher Poem © 5/7/2015
Everyone believes their mother is the best
They did a better job raising them than the rest.
I am no exception to this rule
I think my mother is very cool.
She raised us up to know right from wrong
Her sense of fairness is very strong.
Through good times and bad she did her best
I look back on life and know I was blessed.
Mother could make something from very little
One time she made some peanut brittle.
I remember BBQ wings after school
The thought of those makes me drool.
Of camping she was not a great fan
One time we tried it in a rented van.
Good memories I have of that event
It was better than sleeping in a tent.
In the winter Death Valley is always cold
We looked but never found any gold.
Visiting Scotty’s castle was very neat
That night at a restaurant we did eat.
Wherever we went my father drove
Mother could cook on a Colman stove.
A trip to Bodie we once made
Over time my memories fade.
I enjoy spending time with my mom
Quiet times like that are a balm.
We always find something to laugh about
Of the love we share there is no doubt.