Patricia May Thomson

August 31, 1939 – May 7, 2026

I will always miss my mom and hear the sound of her laugh. She had a few different kinds; the laugh that said she didn’t believe a word you said, a laugh that found someone’s audacity ridiculous, then there was the real joyful laugh that was two notes with a lingering smile. My mom was the youngest and prettiest of all the moms. When she took her first grandchild to the mall, everyone thought it was her baby. She loved to sing along to George jones and there was ONE song she played on repeat until one of my siblings secretly hid the record. This Poem is for my mom:

 

A Poem for My Mother

Her hands held
Soft, newborn heads
Five of them.
Her young heart 
Full of Joie de vivre
Was hardly prepared
For her burdened knee.
Shoulders bent to tasks
Meant for one much older
She lived true 
To her bewildering sacrifice
Until she was no longer.
 A laugh, a cry--what's the difference
within one's life?
While the moon and sun continue to rise