I Miss You Mum Poem by Drack Valentine

I saw you again last night in a place in my dreams.

A bitter reminder You are no longer here with me.

There you were smiling on a train as we were travelling to a place unknown.

I could see you again.

I was the happiest I could be.

Not like now. Awake writing this as your cat is pawing up at me.
The tears make this hard to write.

Blurred vision. Slightly hungry, but I'd give it all up to have you back someway or something.

You said I had the power to see you anytime, that I wanted.

Oh how I wish that were true.

I'd buy a dream I'd be delighted, through and through.

Purchased every night so we could never be parted.

The things we used to do together will never be forgotten.

We used to game together, and you'd help me press the button.

You'd push me on the swing.

Watch me on the trampoline.

Pick me up when I fell and would slap a band-aid on my knee.

Always there you were for this and that terrifically.

Taking a demerit point or two even for my speeding.

When I refused to pay the fines and they finally caught me, you would sit in court, probably laughing silently.

You'd come to see me in the hospital when I drunkenly burned my knee.

Another prime opportunity to laugh with glee.

You never did laugh at my pain, though you were ever stoic as a rock.

Proud Powerful Stubborn never took an opening to mock.

A better being than me, I'd even call you soft.

We'd often talk of politics because secretly I envied you because your pacifist nature was something I was not.

How could a woman so strong and true be so forgiving to those who didn't deserve you? The mind boggles thinking.

It all matters not now. Your gone, and it feels like it's killing me.

Left to move without you is a pain unlike anything.

But I know wherever you are. You would not want me to cry.

You'd want me to be happy till the day I die.

I guess if there is a silver lining to be found, it's that one day we're all destined for the ground.

Perhaps I'll see you again.

When my time is up.

We could whistle together in the winds around birds that flock. Perhaps we will float in the sea.

Swimming with the life we rarely get to see.

Perhaps in space we will rise to greet a being greater than I.

If there is a cosmic creator who has our names scribed.

A word or two I'll have before I punch him in the eye.

No doubt you'd try and stop me.

Ever better than me We'll fight over something stupid, then go on like it was nothing.

Because that's who you were in life and now in death, perfect till the end till the last breath.

I'll miss you, mom.

I never said I loved you enough.

I'll say it now, though, even if it's tough.

I'll end this poem for you here.

I'm sure you've got better things to do.

Then look down at me.

From the big blue, and besides, I've got an internet history

That needs deleting too.

Please don't read it if you can.

There are things in there not meant for the eyes of man.

I love you, mum and then some, sincerely your good for nothing in morning, son.