Mother, I miss you. I still call your name.
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same.
Mother, I need you here with me
...
I think about you often
and wonder what you see,
thoughts tucked deeply hidden
remain a mystery.
...
I remember the tears
with yesterdays pain
that dreadful year
of October rain.
...
I woke up this morning
thinking of you
reached for your warmth
as I always would do.
...
People say I'm doing well
I thank them but never tell
How i really feel inside
That would only hurt my pride
...
I thought I heard you call my name
whispering in the wind
and as I turned to walk away
I heard you call again.
...
You didn't think I saw you
wishing on a star
looking to the heavens
drifting from afar.
...
As I look at your name
Please say it's not true
Chiseled in stone
Shiny and new.
...
I saw you smile the other day
Which took my breath from me
Memories of yesterday
And how things used to be.
...
Feeling trapped within these walls
as I stumble with each fall.
I try to hold my head up high
so no-one ever sees me cry.
...
I know it is wrong it can't be right
as you hold me into the night.
It is him on my mind, him which I see
the warmth of your body is him touching me.
...
On a hot summer night deep in a dream
a cricket outside softly sings.
A breeze it blows so cool and soft
as I cuddle my pillow lost in thought.
...
Pain has become a friend of mine
for she visits all the time.
By my side she does stay
though I wish she'd go away.
...
As tears are rolling down my face
this life I know, a disgrace
and as again I start to cry
this is a perfect day to die.
...
He came to me
Was here last night
Held my hand
Swore it would be all right.
...
One by one through the years
a wall was built with pain and fears.
Brick by brick it was laid
on solid ground where it stayed.
...
Well, as I read other poets work, I notice everyone has a profile, so, I guess I should let you all know alittle about me as well. I have been writing for many years. I wrote my 1st poem at age 12. I always write what's in my heart and how I am feeling at the time. Most all my poems are my lifes experience at one time or another. Mostly dark and depressing. My husband, grandma and Mother all 3 died at the same time a few years back and I still write to them daily. I am looking forward to getting to know alot of the poets here as well as read their work and get to know them as well.)
Mother
Mother, I miss you. I still call your name.
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same.
Mother, I need you here with me
or me with you which has to be.
Mother, this pain goes so deep
I cry day and night and scream in my sleep.
Mother, please make it go away
Make it stop. Somehow, someway.
Mother, I'm sorry I cried a tear
yearning you, wish you were here.
Mother, come take my hand
guide me to that promise land.
Mother, yes, I long to be
asleep with you, eternally.
Your poems are all so sad but so very, very well written. I hope they help you to deal with the sadness that inspires them
Nice, lyrical flow to this poem. A mild twist at the end; makes death almost welcome. Almost.: -)
I have your tendency, so I appreciate your words.