it’s been three years now
and mother’s day still
feels awkwardly empty
of somehone to hug.
no more flowers or gifts
to give,
no more cards to buy;
no more, “oh you shouldn’t haves”.
wonder if she can hear me
as I whisper,
“happy mother’s day, mom
you’re still my mom and I love you.
hope you have a great day in heaven.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem