Remembering Mother

Mothers day

Mother Remembered

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.

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About chaplainchucks

I am an old Marine who has become a Chaplain. I love to write stories, poetry and to perform wedding ceremonies. I live in the mountains in Southern California but work near the beach. I also enjoy camping and cooking in my Dutch Ovens. I am a philosopher, gentleman, Renaissance man and great-grandfather. USMC 1976-1980 (Tank Battalion) US Army 1980-1988 (Military Intelligence) Minister license 1995
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