To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
''I love you and I'm gonna try.''
But all she said is ''I just can't stay.''
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her ''PLEASE, JUST STAY! ''
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says ''I'm coming back! ''
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.
That was a nasty twist for me towards the end there when you said 'she drove away...' WOW... this one really got to me... you are awesome! ~Lee
this one is just too good for me to even try comment about...you are the best on PH...and i mean that...love...nalini
A very poignant write Mary. Meaningful and sad too. Love Ernestine XXX
A RIVETING PIECE OF WORK....AND A MOST WRENCHING ORDEAL TO MAKE SENSE OF...WELL AS THE GOOD BOOK TELLS US ALL...WE REAP WHAT WE SOW...AND THATS WHY YOU ARE HERE W/ US RIGHT HERE & NOW, MARY NAGY...& REAPING& SOWING SWEET POEMS OF TREASURE THAT SO GENEROUSLYLY SHARES YOUR LIFE WITH OTHERS...SPLENDID WRITE...SOLID CRAFTSMANSHIP, MARY...YOU HAVE ''THE GIFT OF THE SILENT WORD'', MOST ASSUREDLY! ...........'''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Mary....Have you read The Silent Visitor yet? You did a lovely job on this poem! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel for you Mary, but you will face her with the strength that her lousy upbringing gave you. Think about it. Tai