Wendy Barnes 1958-2008

by Jenna
(United States)

Hey Mom, I was going to write you a poem for Christmas, since I know you loved them so much.
But I find myself sitting here, writing you one now, too early and such.
I just wanted to let you know, you are my idol, my hero, my mom and my best friend,
We are all brought here tonight, in sadness and loss, but I know this is not the end.

I will remember you every time I see a yard-sale on a hot summer day,
Or when I go down the shore and sit under the sun on the dock on the bay.
I will cherish the times you gave me advice on boys that acted lame.
And I will remember you every time I eat sushi, but it won't be the same.

I will miss how we used to share shoes, and how for us, pants were never long enough,
I will miss how we had tea-parties, special days, and did girl stuff.
Not only did you bring me coffee every morning before school each day,
But you were a beloved international mom, that's more than most can say.

When I was little, they called me your “shadow”, I never left your side.
You taught me to be strong, to choose joy, to be myself, and have pride.
I know God took you early, and I know it’s not fair in anyway,
But I know you will be with us in spirit, you will be with us every day.

I love you so much mom, and forever the memories of you I will share,
So mom I know you're with us, in my heart always, I will keep you there.