Thinking of Mom

I heard a poem that brought thoughts of my Mom to me.  She and Dad were married for 60 years, the last decades dealing with my Dad’s MS diagnosis.

Old Wives

E. J. Mudd


What did we think when we promised

to love and cherish those barely known men

till death did us part – and all that?


I think what we heard was the first set of terms-

for richer, for better, in health.

Who bothered to look through the mist of tulle

at the contrary side of the vows –

for poorer, in sickness, for worse?


Who ventured a question?

How poor? In what sense poor?

How sick? Where sick? For how long?

For worse? Were there limits to worse?


Well, never mind now after all these years.

We’ve seen it from both sides now.

The point is that all of us promised we would,

And some of us actually did.

Mom on Dads Lap

Yep.  They did it.



About Retired woman

retired, dealing with parents recent deaths, wondering what lies ahead with the health of my spouse, overall enjoying each day, love cooking, gardening, travel, Grandsons, family, small town life
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