Mother's Day

The year is 1952. A poem I have written is in Our Lady of Peace church bulletin. I do not use my name but sign it "anonymous." Today I wonder why. Was I too shy? Would it  embarrass me if people knew I liked to write poetry? Was I so humble I did not want credit for my poem? Other writings by me that went into the church bulletin were also under anonymous. I don't even know if my parents knew who wrote the poetry in the bulletin. To this day, I don't know why I was being so secretive. The following was written when I was in the 7th grade.

 

MOTHER'S DAY

Today is the day

we set aside,

all over the world

which is so wide.

Today we honor all our

good Mothers,

our own that we love

above all others.

Moms love us more

than we will ever know,

even when we hurt them

and cause them woe.

On Mother's Day

we make it up to them,

for they are every part

a jeweled gem.

E. Moscoso

Early 1950's

On Sunday another Mother's Day without my mother. After many years of leaving us, I still miss her and when we meet again, I will have many stories to tell her!