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Sadly I Can'T Remember

Sadly, I can't remember the last words she spoke to me before passing last December in quiet reverie. We visited with open hearts as she bore her very soul yet never pressing from her sweet lips thoughts better left untold. And so, she left me stranded here with her mother's love unbound and memories made of gossamer wings ethereal and profound. Sadly, I can't remember her last kiss upon my cheek and I'd give everything I ever owned If I could only hear her speak.

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Michael Tor

Date: 8/3/2022 7:39:00 AM

A heartfelt write of a much adored Lady. Touching and sad but written lovingly...

Terrell Martin
Date: 8/3/2022 5:59:00 PM

Thank you, Michael. It means far more to me than you know how much I appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem about my dear mother. All the best, Terry

Bill Baker

Date: 8/2/2022 3:20:00 PM

sorry for your loss my friend. You've written a excellent poem of love and tenderness at this time. May peace come to you as you heal from your loss Terrell. Prayers and blessings, Bill

Terrell Martin
Date: 8/3/2022 6:00:00 PM

Thank you, Bill. I should have responded to you sooner but none the less, can't tell you how much I appreciate your sentiments about this poem for my mother. All the best, Bill, Terry

Steven Young

Date: 8/1/2022 10:33:00 AM

Full of sorrow and good to let out. I don't know if it's the last kiss or words that matter. When my dad left, it wasn't. It was a fishing trip, really, that last thing we did together. I feel for you. I think our president, who's grieved a lot, says it lingers light and heavy until one day you can think of them with a smile. I hope that day comes soon for you, Terry.

Terrell Martin
Date: 8/1/2022 11:56:00 AM

Thanks for sharing your personal experience, Steve. I'm truly not as grieved as the poem may indicate but of course, I miss her deeply and wish I could recall more of our conversations and times together. But such is the nature of life. Her love however, like your father's I suppose, is what lingers and sustain us. Thx again for your deep thoughts. Write on, Terry