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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Mother's Day

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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.
A celebration,
That my mum would’ve deserved in gold.
It’s a difficult day now,
That she’s gone.
Pink Carnations,
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.
My throat feels so tight,
When I stutter over such small words.
I hope that she hears me,
Even though it’s not much I say.
I close my eyes,
When I whisper my words ‘good bye’.
Step by step,
I go through the yard.
My mind is so blank,
So confused.
I think it once again,
I want you back.
Hazel Mc Taggart
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This is a very nice poem.
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Not a member No 4 06 February 2007
Again, this is very powerful writing that expresses great sadness and longing. A very well written poem! jim
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