This is dedicated to everyone who has lost their mother. My mother was a blessing to anyone who knew her personally. She lived what she preached; "Love thy neighbor as thyself." She was the proverbial "glue" that held the Helaire family together. Because of that, all of her kids hold her in such high regard. I can remember so many times when she went without basic needs to make sure we had what we needed. Not only was she there for her children, but people throughout the neighborhood viewed our house as a home and a safe place. She would take a pot a beans and rice with a touch of meat and turn it into a gourmet meal to feed anyone who showed up on our doorstep.
She battled an aggressive form of cancer and passed away in August of 2013. This broke my heart. I was in the process of completing my doctorate degree, and there was nothing I wanted more than to finish the program before she passed away so that she could see one of my greatest accomplishments. I believe she knew she would not survive to see me walk across the stage because she started calling me "Doc" in the middle of the program. I finished the year after she passed away.
The inspiration for this poem came to me before she died because I knew there was a possibility that I would miss the opportunity to tell her how much I appreciated her. Not only did I finish the poem in time, but I was able to recite it to her a year before she passed.