There will soon come the time,
Of crawling back into my small shell.
When my mind plays back,
Into the past.
My negative thoughts surround me,
Like a dark blanket.
My fears become of me,
Strip me down to my vulnerable soul.
Where I am reminded,
That I don’t have her once again.
On a day that is supposed to be,
A celebration of mothers.
That my mum would’ve deserved in gold.
It’s a difficult day now,
That she’s gone.
Was her favourite flower.
They will rest upon my papa’s grave,
Where she rests.
A visit I will pay to her,
Through all my courage to speak to her.
I will walk up there,
Feeling so alone.
I will have everything on my mind to say,
To share with her in the heavens.
To feel some comfort,
To know that she’s listening.
Although when I finally make my way,
I can’t seem to remember what to say.