Hush Now

Hush Now

By Raymond Shipley


What is there to say?

Every moment of every day

I miss you


I can see your smile

I can hear your laugh

Your reflection in these tears

Your voice in the wind

I miss you


Hold my hand one last time to say goodbye

Bye-bye Baby you sang

Hush now close your eyes

I miss you


I'll make you proud of the man I am

...I Love You Mom

My mom was the most wonderful woman on this earth. Growing up she was always there for us kids, and my memories are replete with her beautiful smile. She came to my baseball games, we decorated the Christmas tree every year, and she even picked me up and dropped me off at school, until I was too cool for that sort of thing. I still remember those nights at home, when the lights were dimmed and my mom would be listening to her oldies, singing without a care in the world. If I close my eyes I can still see the room, smell her smell and hear her voice. 

I have never been the perfect son, and in fact made much of my parents' lives absolutely miserable. I was suspended countless times, got horrible grades throughout high school, and had more legal trouble than any respectable person should. But through it all my mom was always there, both supporting me and disapproving of my actions, the way only a mother can. I didn't deserve a woman so special, and in truth she deserved a better son. 
She was an extraordinary person throughout her entire life, and before she left I promised to make her proud: of the husband I am, the father and the man. I don't know if I will ever be even half the person she inspired me to be, but she deserves my effort as do my wife and children. I told her I would make her proud and she told me she knew I would. That vote of confidence means more to me than all the material possessions in the world, and I know I will make her proud. I love you Mom.

A revolution in sentiments, manners and moral opinions