Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
The Last Kiss - Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
As season came and gone I still can hear your sweet voice, and the scent is imbedded in my heart forever as if this is a dreamers dream, I have just one last kiss to give.
Last night as I was gazing out my window I seen you walking in a field of wild flower, the way the moon sat upon your hair was like I could see a reflection of an angel.
A mirror image of you then without realizing the words I utter was “mother.”
As I sit alone, I remember our last days together, I can picture your face as clear as a summer day in June.
Like as if all of these days just took place yesterday.
I have so many questions without any answers far most I just wanted to ask you why?
Why did you feel life was not worth living?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Why did you not think of me first?
Why did you make my life a living hell?
“No mother I don’t place the blame on you nor do I take this blame for myself.”
I am just clearing my soul so I can live on. I am sending you my love that we mist out on, and I am sending you the last kiss of the day.
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