Poem from my Mom

Posted by Skrud at Tuesday, July 1st 2008 at 2:45am

My mom wrote a poem that she read at dinner tonight. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Your graduation, leaving for Ottawa, seem an opportune time
To finally be the recipient of a personalized rhyme
Your accomplishments and achievements over the past several years
Your induction to the group of software engineers
Your myriad friendships and the respect of your peers
The number of friends with whom you drink beers
All speak to your successes in various spheres
And to how you’ve grown and evolved over the years

And although it was often a challenge parenting you
Your positive attributes always shone through
From your earliest years you always displayed
A curiosity for learning that left others dismayed
Reading fluently from encyclopaedias at the tender age of four
Playing games like Quarcetti and enjoying a classical music score
Were just some eccentricities that set you apart
But that won you a special place in my heart
Being so cerebral, not a jock like your peers
Made growing up somewhat difficult in your formative years
Your intellect and social skills were just not yet in sync
Your ability to problem solve, analyze, think
Were light years ahead of the average norm
So it took a few years for a coherent self to form

But now you’re so popular, sociable, fun
Innumerable friendships you’ve easily won
You’re smart, independent and you still love to learn
The respect of peers and professors you easily earn
So know that I’m proud of all you’ve achieved
And in your potential I’ve always believed

Though I know you’re ambivalent as you prepare to leave
And for bars, friends and festivals you surely will grieve
In time, you’ll adjust; new adventures you’ll find
And for sure you will visit all of us left behind

Please e-mail or phone, as you must stay in touch
‘Cause you know as your mom I will miss you so much

Isn’t that awesome? I don’t remember what Quarcetti is, and I couldn’t find anything familiar on Google. But it is true that for my eighth birthday, when asked what kind of music I want, I asked for classical music and received a boxed set of Mozart cassette tapes. Back then I used to listen to classical music while building my lego sets. I was one of the kids that followed the instructions to the letter, never wavering, each time I got a new set. Only once the set was built and subsequently deconstructed would I allow myself to be creative and build things from all kinds of parts.

I’m really going to miss this place, and all of you.

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