When you were younger maybe you thought to your self what it would feel like to lose your mother, to lose the love of your life.
I did and I would cry myself to sleep.
Well one day that horrible nightmare came true
And this is just a brief description of how it feels.
Hard
Sad
Depressing
Lonely
Lost the only one in your life that you can truly trust
Lost a major part of your heart
Can't stop thinking about the good times
And how no more will come
Laugh about the funny times and cry
CRY non stop about the SAD ones
Ask God WHY?
Pray for strength
Try not to think about the HURT in you HEART that just sits there
And Ask GOD PLEASE HELP ME
Pray that your mom is with you day and night
Pray you could feel her TOUCH just 1 more time
Then pray for another touch
Pray that can dream about her holding you and hear her voice say
How much she loves you
Wish you could see her smile
Hear her laugh
Hear her singing
Hear her clap her hands
Hear her cough
Hear her Burp
Hear her get mad at you
Hear her praise you
Hear her thank God for having a child like you
Play checkers 1 more time
Then pray for a rematch
Hold her hand
Cuddle with her
Hold her soft spot under her arm
Comb her hair
This list could go on and on and on and on and on... about how much I miss her, what I pray about. But in the END I have to face reality... that it won't come...that’s what HURTS SO BAD. That I won't feel her again! That’s the FACT! That I refuse to face. Because I still think deep down inside that she is HOME right NOW waiting for me to meet her at the Airport for R&R...Could she be there? Was this all a DREAM? Maybe I pray it was...
Created: Monday, September 24,2007
they say time heals all wounds. but some wounds never heal. memories live 4ever and sometimes that eases the pain. nice heart felt piece of writing. i enjoyed it.
this poem is quit cool. it give you the memory of your mother.
I remember a TV character saying: 'When the heart is broken the heart is open.' Let your love flow out to your Mom AND to the world. Let their love (and mine!) flow into you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I still went to my mail box five years after my mother passed looking for one more letter. Keep her close in your mind and never forget the good times. Yours is a love that wil never pass away!