Feeling Mom's Presence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feeling Mom's Presence



In the darkness I feel my Mom, I want to go to her
but I cannot see, Mom doesn't speak to me, she has
no voice.

I long to see her face, so maybe I could read her
lips and find out if she's okay.

Never do I get to see her face again while living,
only death can bring me face to face with her once
more.

Monday, June 16, 2014
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Colleen Courtney 16 June 2014

Having lost my Mom ten years this coming December I can't help but relate to this beautiful poem at a soul level. This piece manages to encompass both sadness for not being able to hear that wonderful voice but also manages to fill this reader with hope knowing I will be reunited with that most important person of my life again. So beautiful!

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