As i watch the rain turn to snow.
I sit here wondering why you had to go.
I listen but my heart is so still
I watch the Snow fall on the window sill
I dont see why you can't be with me.
i guess thats the way it has to be.
I told myself I would not cry,
But i am still asking god ' why '
Yes it hurts tho it goes to snow.
That god ony take the best and this i know.
god bless you dear mother.. your always with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thnak you for sharing Stephanie. My mother is also gone, having passed away in February,1997, and even tho she never loved me, I wish I could still have her here with me, so we could just talk, and maybe laugh a little. This poem has emotional anixiety all through it, because you don't know why God took her away from you. But if you are a believer, you will be with her again when the time comes. And also like Stone Granite, I also enjoyed the inner stillness if this too. A 10. Hugs, Barbara