In the world of all comforts,
In the world of absolute care and affection,
In the world of motherhood.
Ten months I was basking, in my mother's womb.
Happiness running down my spine – I thanked God,
His blessing in disguise, rather he in disguise – My mother,
Who is she? How she will be? - I don't know,
Am I her replica? Am I her miniature?
I struggled day after day to open my eyes.
To look at her dazzling beauty and to admire her.
Her hands were made to carry me,
Her arms were made to hug me,
Her shoulders were made to bear me,
My mother, the only person on this whole earth to love me more than I do myself.
I longed to see her face,
Why this ten months vigil? Why not now? My heart bumped!
Days rolled and months passed.
I kicked my way.
A pat on my back,
I cried, it was tears of happiness.
Where is my mother?
Place me on her hands, let me sense her breath,
Let that be the first air I breathe.
With great joy oozing out I slowly opened my eyes.
To see her eyes which is longing to see my eyes.
Mom! With great excitement I gazed.
But it was the blue sky that welcomed me to this new world.
Where is my mother? Where is she? Is she not carrying me?
I searched for her.
Then where am I placed? I looked around.
The cradle squeaked.
Sudden fracas and turbulence hit my ears.
In a fraction of a second I was surrounded by people.
Nobody like me and nobody liked me.
I moved from one hand to another.
But I never smelt my mother.
My mom was missing.
Did she leave me?
I was in a fix.
Yes, she left me.
What made her to hate me even before I was born?
She left me alone in this callous world.
Branded me an orphan,
Made me languish in pain,
Agonize in vain,
My day turned dark and despondent,
My life turned bleak and impotent,
But still my heart longed to see my mother.
I can never in my life hate her.
Because I was in her.
My ire was directed only at God,
He wrote my fate,
He took my mom, what more can I ask,
Nothing can replace her in my life.
I said “My God my first and last wish,
Give every child the power to see even before they were born,
Children like me, who are so unfortunate
Can see their mother's face at least from their womb.
Copyright © MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM | Year Posted 2016
The day my mother was taken from me 'Halloween'
fifty she had just turned the golden years she so much yearned
Left partially in a river her body broken and bruised
hidden from sight alone on a many twilight
Painfully I searched for days to weeks and on
knowing a homicide had occurred in the early morning dawn
A man in a drug induced state with no heart of grace 'Winsette' his name
has left me with a lifelong of memory and pain
At times in my heart for him I would wish to destroy
all the evil thoughts for him I felt I would enjoy
But I have learned to forgive so I could liberate my soul
even though he now walks the streets on parole
So on Halloween night there is no candy to give
only a memory of a mother I have lost instead
As I take the long walk to my mother's headstone
I lay a single yellow rose and a sweet candy kiss upon her head.
Dedicated to: My Mother 1939-1989 Never forgotten on Halloween Night
T Reams 9/27/2015 copyright Contest sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
My Favorite Flower Placed 1st
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,
I break free
and again you rise,
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and
(20 May 2015)
Copyright © Steven Federle | Year Posted 2015
Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl
Copyright © amie scheitel | Year Posted 2006
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
The jaw drops
as the lids of mine eyes
and mine dome
The whole procession
did hear these knees clap
with the stone
as the Elder read;
her new home"
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2009
Many times, I saw my spirit.
Many times, I felt my soul.
In life, I lived courageous.
Now it is time for me to journey home.
If you cry, that is fine.
If you laugh, that is better than a cry.
Rejoice in my life and shout praise.
For I am
Therefore, I shall be
In peace, I leave this world.
To my love ones, I am with the Lord.
Sure happy to have lived
Not sad that my time has come
The benevolence of the spiritual realm is a breeze from a waterfall.
The Lord is my keeper.
He called me home.
No more sadness let us all rejoice.
Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton is now reunited with Jehovah God Lord. A woman of statue...
A woman of worth... All that knew her will truly miss her.
Never a life lost but one done with the world and because she walked a virtuous path, her life is shown. The Lord knows best and we must know the same. Our mother sojourns and in peace, she lays.
[“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen]
User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Grief and Bereavement
-Contest Enter: Space & Time - Metaphorically written... Eternity is space and time... February 2014
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Elegy to Child Lost
Passion's love oft tempts despair
Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
Babe snug beneath a mother's breast
Senses at this time are keen
There's no secret kept between
Loving mother, wriggling babe--
Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
But entwined twin was also loved--
Some say Nature's method proves
That one twin may give all to mate---
But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.
Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
or sense those legs that wandered miles
And daring feet that danced in tunes while
Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.
When babe vanished--not a sound.
Mother 's grief was not allowed.
Tempted so to trail behind
Escaping shattered troubled mind.
Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
Never spoke of-- never mourned.
By her husband she was warned
Was best forget a child so early lost--
Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--
But the years have called babe near,
Mother's journal writ in tears:
'Please forgive my selfish heart.
Repressed from all --this tragic part
I felt your sacrificial act--
You left your cherished twin intact'.
There is no law of random acts
Doctors examine data facts
It may be --that in the womb
When both spring flowers cannot bloom
One bold twin refrains to eat
Compels the other to complete
Hardy growth that life requires---
Sparks survival's crucial hours.
Not an accident 'tis sure--
Boldest spirits blossom pure.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
I Folded My Mother Up
I folded my mother up
Into a creased peace of paper
Folding memories into intentions.
Flattening the dementia of unstructured emotions
Into a neat, file-able document.
We arc this abyss; tightening ropes over time.
We are not our worst intentions,
but we are the acts that follow.
Like clobbering footsteps tripping over
broken pavements of Being.
We are the not sum of our categories
or the crimes that we have witnessed
But we are the balance
That keeps us falling forwards without stumbling
Over our own shoelace sense of time.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2015
I miss my mom...the heart of my soul!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
She laughs like the sea
She talks like the river
She caresses like the sun
She sleeps like the moon
She weeps like the wind
She loves like summer
She cheats like spring
She dances like autumn rains
She plays like winter snowflakes
You can love her
Or hate her
But she is everything
Copyright © Aleksandra Kovrlija | Year Posted 2013
You’re skin and bones, chick.
Compassion commands me stop,
stare, on my path, where you sleep.
I see dryness, hear stillness, feel silence.
You’re skin and bones, chick.
Were your chirps for worms
silenced in unsound Mother’s ears?
Your wings, too weak,
too still, on your first, failed, flight?
Your plume-less limbs
Coverless in cold night?
Uncovered corpse, bony chick.
No shore water to wash away
your undug green grave
in a low, lonely juniper.
My eyes wash me in salt water.
I have a path; yours ends here
your bones sinking, my brain soaring.
Which frightened robin, fleeing my footsteps,
was your misguided mother? So unlike mine,
who saw her child, underfed, and said,
“You’re skin and bones, my chick.”
Copyright © Alexandra Romanyshyn | Year Posted 2014
Come when you are ready to love me
And come when you realized more of love
The time when flesh mean nothing than dust
Come when you are ready to see me
Not just pain that paint my solace soul
And when darkness no longer breeds sorrow
Come when you really want pure bliss
And call to whom that bestow blessings
Wait for me as I stagger like a foolish pagan
Come when all sores are wide open
Wide enough for a blind eye to see
Call me before dawn fades my dreams
Light the wisdom of the goddess to this valley
A valley I wander through day and night
Find your vanity before winter wrinkle all sweat
I shall wait to the corner of your heart all night
Visit me more often than you thirst for water
Water my dust with your pure tears
Look for signs to those flourishing flowers
And sing my last rhymes of sweet poetry
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
"What incarnation is this?"
A July sun breaks my winter sleep,
and ghosts in the fog are my only peace!
That early morning hoar chills
the flesh and marrow, and the rains
of discontent neither cleanse nor cease
I hear "Caramba Chico!"
This room, it reminds me so of you:
see the picture portrait - your silky hair,
the dark ceramic lamp of rings,
your canvas brush stroke, your books
upon your shelf, your lonely empty chair
Verily so in older days
a dry Penfolds filled your sherry glass,
when you of me did ask "is the table set?"
And I ask what's for dinner - pelau
or maybe ham and hops to thankful fill,
but you say "boy, tonight is macafouchette"
Garden earth and buds dug in kneeling;
how you liked upon the cuttings to tread,
or in slow quiet pause gently sip
a tall sparkling shandy, light a cigarette,
write a letter, or turn an epic page unread
"Jeez-an-ages! Is that for true?"
Stolen moments to drudgery escape
in the garage pedaling the potters wheel.
Alas, into muddy clay buried
great burden and pain! I remember well,
dear mother, how contented it made you feel
As the hour grew late
I would camp upon your bed a while:
lay beside you - feel your warm breath,
and there watch you read
of love, life and loss - but "Aye Caramba"
nigh was your own tale of ravage and death
"Murderation! Is that so!"
A great reckoning there was to come;
no saving and no respite from sorrows!
Keeper, but not mine to keep,
healer, but not yours to heal - now all
we have are yesterdays and no tomorrows
Out of the land of Isla de la Trinidad
landed wooden crates of jars from home;
but filled was I by your cup,
its love and succour real and everlasting,
and yet passed is a glory buried in the loam
Oh, how the music played,
closer and louder the beating drums:
Calypso Rose the calypso queen to be!
When we at Carnival '78 danced
down Frederick Street; but the music
died, and now I long for its sweet melody
"Ah chuts!" Not hug, not kiss,
not gaze passed between us ever again
but for last sad audience in lifeless trace!
And in wings of sudden flight
you were like a Blue Emperor Butterfly
on the wind flown and gone in gentle grace
Note: Hops is a small bread loaf.
Macafouchette is leftovers.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Dear Mother, I pined for your love;
so when you passed away I wept.
As your spirit rose up above
my stinging tears, which were inept,
flowed as we began to remove
your cold, silent corpse as it slept.
We then assembled for your wake,
a light event. It was not sad
or grave as we lined up to make
and pay our respects and be glad:
as you laid there to never wake
I worried, What if I go mad!?
Then, all too soon, the funeral
took place on a cold, wintry morn;
it was solemn, like a ritual.
Distraught, I felt bereaved and torn
as your last rites and burial
made me gasp with grief from Death's scorn...!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014
To eulogize your life when we have spent so many years apart
gives me comfort and memories of your precious passed life
You speak to me in my dreams and share images of a castle by the stream
it's walls shine of elegance a beauty of luster gold for your soul it now holds
My Mother, you are now a jewel of heaven, a gem in God's crown
as his loving arms hold you and his angels wings wrap around.
I know you sit in the room of hearts and some day you will take me in your arms,
while the angels play their harps like the soft swaying sound of a violin my soul
will then depart.
As I stroll to the waters edge of sadness and my reflection is looking back
I see my mothers wonderful smile our characteristics and mannerism
you blessed me as a child.
Tonight I will sleep and you will whisper in my ear all the stories
from the day that I was born, taking away my sadness and
giving me comfort to help me not to mourn.
So on Christmas morn when I awake from my dream that we shared
I will not see the lights from my Christmas tree
only the glow from the angel who has given me a life and a soul that is free.
T Reams 12/3/15 I miss you Mom
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Mother, are you coming when the sun stop crying?
The moon beams in tears in the sky
Its tears are the clapping drums on us
Are you going to leave our back on the ground?
Papa had sold his soul in the bar
Where his father refused to accept defeat
when are you coming back to sing the lullaby?
Our aging mind await the new rain
Exclamation of our heart brings down the unholy elegy
To unmasked feelings
Written to say goodbye not to smile
When are you coming home mother?
Goodbye flaps so high above my eyebrows
I can not denounce the watering diction of his eagerness
When shall we see again and embrace?
I stand alone at the door staring
Looking at the sound of dignity swinging at pace
Goodbye mother, goodbye Ugochimyerem
For the ageless sky shall be my shield.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015
Rondelet: Yang be evil
for the continuously raped and hidden
minors of India
Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012
I dream in tornado,
blade of pulsing
Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2015
Something about having
me feels like outside is
inside even when
maybe it's not but
it could be and that
doesn't matter because
matter is about how
happy we are inside and
RIP, Pete Seeger.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2014
A few months ago I went by the
cemetery where you lay
I have been meaning to stop in
but you know how life gets.
It was late September
chilly and overcast
the clouds were thick and
hung heavy above the sad oaks
like a gray sagging sheet.
The grounds were unkept
brown oak leaves collected
at the base of the headstones
that had caught them as they
flew restless on the breeze.
I parked my car and walked
up and down the silent rows
headed toward yours
and allowed memories of you
to come into the focus of my minds eye
I remember waking up one morn long ago
and my eyes wouldn't open
So I screamed and cried
I felt the tears on my checks and still my
eye would not open
then I heard your voice
then I felt you take me in your arms
then there was the warmth of your hands
as they wiped the gunk
that had collected on them
from pink eye
in the night
I tired to imagine your smile
when my eyes did open
but the only thing I could see
in my minds eye was a featureless face
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all
A breeze come over the cemetery then
bringing with it a chill
and I tried again to picture
you and your smile
along with it's warmth
and assurance of unending love
but I couldn't it was instead replaced
with the feeling of anger in your voice
when you called to ask me for money
one Christmas Eve a lifetime ago
I told you I didn't couldn't do it
that I didn't have it
but really I didn't believe your story
and knew what the money was for
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all
I was coming up to your grave
then and I thought about how you use to
make me and my friends snacks
and brought them into my room while
we played video games
So I imagined you with a small platter of odds and ends
but in my minds eye
I saw only a manikin
wearing your clothes
holding a platter
with a sad smile
on it's plastic face
Addiction only takes
leaving nothing at all
A few steps from your stone
I thought about the call
when I learned that your liver
had finally failed
not long after I got home
to find someone that looked like
yet nothing like
the woman I had known
your body failed with it.
I could clearly recall your
but when I rounded the stone
and stood in front of your plot
I was surprised by what I saw
Not long after
the day we laid you down
your stone was placed
it had read:
Debra Lynn Krage
Loving mother, Daughter, Sister. Wonderful Wife
Who will be forever missed in this life.
But that day
as I stood there
beneath that over cast sky
the words were indistinguishable
from the stone
like tears shed in rain
the last vestiges
I don't know why this surprised me
in hindsight I know well enough
that Addiction only takes
leaving in it's wake nothing
nothing at all.
Copyright © Brady Perkins | Year Posted 2013
Gathered as usual to celebrate the mothers day
One by one the children went up to say
Just how much they loved their mom
While they call on her to join them on stage.
Earlier today on media and social networks
The pictures and stories of moms filled every where
Now it was time to proclaim to everyone
What a wonderful gift you've got for a mom.
Friends and family want this day pass me by
But I needed to be on stage to sing a lullaby
The very one mom taught me and others
And to tell them I love my mom as well.
I mount the stage just like the others
Brilliant eyes and hungry ears wait in expectation
Though I didn't call mom to join me there
But I told my story nonetheless.
And when I finished in a voice so soft but clear
I could see a spark of tear in everyone's eye
For I told them of a bond so rare
And I sang of a love so dear.
"Mom would have come but for her journey
Though she couldn't make it but I don't love her less
I'll say all about her, it will help you imagine
First you should know how much she loves me so.
She loves to tell me stories and taught me how to cook
She tends to my injuries and taught me how to farm
Although you can't see her, I'm not standing here alone
She's always a thought away, that means she's here with me.
I'm proud to stand for the love we shared
I know she'd be here but heaven is too far
She was a true soldier who died at her post
Fourteen years of diabetes, she couldn't fight her ghost.
Sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like she never left,"
So I closed my eyes on stage and there she was beside me
I think others wanted to see her too, for when I opened my eyes
A room filled with mothers and children, had their eyes all closed.
I think if they didn't see her, they at least felt her presence
For a very cold breeze blew across the hall and carried with it a sweet scent!
And for a moment I had this relive, that heaven is never too far
And this year mothers day celebration, I can say is my best.
Copyright © Stellamoses Hart | Year Posted 2015
I don’t want to write about my mom,
She suffered in pain before she died,
But she always said she smiled when I did
Until the pain came and took her away.
She loved me, though never said such things
I loved her sometimes, I expected her to know,
On the evening, the night she died
Someone advised I should place my hand on her head
And tell, I love you mom,
I was not sure if she will hear or know.
Still I placed my hand and said, I love you mom,
There was pain in her eyes, she said nothing.
I traveled in the same hearse;
Expecting no one to see, I place my hand one more time,
And said, I love you mom -
She showed no pain or regret, nor she gave away her smile,
I even tried smiling that she may,
I waited the long dismal journey.
I don’t want to write about my mom,
I expect her to know.
Copyright © Saranyan BV | Year Posted 2014
The clouds look so harmless, so meaningless
But when they're there, and the sun can't shine through,
I feel you a little bit less.
I hope you watched me today,
I tried to let nothing get in the way of my unexpected ambition.
Seeing my dreams come to fruition, though, is nothing compared
to having you here to be able tell you about it.
I am unlearning morse code, it's like going blind,
I have to adjust, change, roll with the times and get used to it.
I feel like you and I are without a conduit.
I went to send you a message,
but is a message still sent if you're not there?
I feel scared, the phone is a reminder
of when you'd tell me to be just a little bit kinder.
Listen, remember, regret.
Look at the photographs, cry, weep, repeat.
The touch points of my life are still in place, milestones still not met
but the memory of your smiling face
stops me like a fox in the road,
scavenging on tatty Polaroids to feed
something that everyone says I should be soon throwing away.
I'm not ready yet to do all that.
Your fingerprints on a glass are the only things I can make last.
Copyright © Em Kidd | Year Posted 2015
Each time i scolded and abused you
It send fear into your humble heart.
High tense in the mind with high wind.
I made you cry under no offense
Battered you like a slave
And your tender heart forgives .
emotional tears gushed out from your white eyes
pleading mercy but, it touches me not.
All i am interested is what i wanted
Not what your beautiful life desires.
i thrust you aside in pain but peace p revealed.
No motherly emotions attached between me and you
BUt your tender mind seek wisdom.
I nagged and complained always,
But the wind take them away from your heart
Perhaps fatherly love means a lot than mine.
I hated you but you loves me thousands times.
On the the bed beside your companion, the wall
I pushed you aside and hit you thousand times,
YOu never complain to any one rather to the wall.
I made the street your home,
and the gluttons feed you and the flies your play mate>
You certainly have come to stay .
Yo may think all your thought, you may,
But your idea and dreams shan't see the day light
Hear evidence the nature gives judgement.
i place no mouldy margin upon what i should imagine.
I made you fatherless because of ques t for fame,
the dream i had was to wash you away.
The under world would be a better home for you .
Because i have no human feelings.
You cry to be free like the hibiscus flowers,
But i frustrated your dreams
And thrust you to the dark night
Where demons fear to tread.
I have no heart as a mother
And you still loves me.
On the couch you laid soliloquizing
Wet the pillor every night for my seek
In the mountain i hung my ears
living life as i wanted.
i rejected in the morning
In the afternoon i whipped you,
And in the night, you were left untouched.
i left you with no food .
Behind my eyes and my mind raging in anger
Wildly as a hungry hyena
Seeking for time to take away your life
You proved difficult right from the day i conceived you.
You are of a great person
Telling me what you wanted
Intimacy and the bond between us i cut.
with days of illusion and abandoned dreams
And sleeplessness with agony.
Twelve years of suffering poured on you from my stony heart
IN you i have rediscovered the memory of my blood.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014
I first cried in your arms
Even though I was barely alive
I knew that I would never see harm…
As long as I am in your embrace mom…
You were my first love
As you are my last…
I recall how the years slowly passed
When I was under your wings…
Nobody believed me, when I told them I could hear the angels sing…
But believe me mother I did…
I never felt safer than you made me feel
Even the deepest wounds in my heart, you could heal…
Today is mother’s day, and you are not here…
I guess somewhere in my soul I always feared
That the day would come when I was all alone
When everything I ever loved was gone
But I never expected my feet to leave your soil
I took the words your history taught me…
To always fight and be strong
When weak, to sing a proud song
Today is mother’s day…and you are not here
Wherever in this world I breathe…
In my lonely heart you will always be
My first, my last, my eternal love
My land…my mother…my all
Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2015
Within a flicker your life sailed away like the rushing tide upon a purple sea
it carrying you along to be placed by God's side setting your soul free
If only your eyes could tell me of the splendor you now see
and emit your light of purple brilliance so as to ease my sad heart of agony
In silence I lite a purple candle for you knowing forever you are near
my arms reach out to hold your shadow while my eyes are covered and veiled
Your candle starts to dim the melting wax dripping into the shapes of a thousand
consuming my heart of the sadness and deprivation that you are not here
In paradise you now belong as the Angels sing your warrior song
today is your birthday and I know the greatest gift was God calling you home
But as your Mother my heart continues to suffer with grief
as I lay upon my bed with your blanket and savor your lasting scent
Watching your purple candle flicker and glow as it vibrates my lost heart
my love for you Son forever ablaze knowing for only a short while we are apart
Speak softly to me in my dreams while giving me visions of a young child at play
the purple candle continues to burn my sweet child, 'Happy Birthday'.
We miss you Caleb. Happy Birthday
copyright 2016 From Aunt Tammy Reams- to my Sister
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2016
Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst
and like pleasure in gain,
mother, you were to me,
though I could not at first
realize it. Now I see
my earth without you hell;
sorrow rings here like bell.
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2015
Let me sing this song
Dozens words in my yearning rhythm
Delivered within the wind of autumn
A single pray, only for you
In this moment of silence
Bearing clearly in my mind
The love we have given one another
In our years of sharing
You embraced me with endless love
A love that cannot be compared
And it lights my sky forever
Made me a woman I am
We are destined to have each other
Since my first breath, until your last
So I sing this song for you,
Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013
While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.
In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham
9/24/20 to 10/20/94
Copyright © Cynthia Palmer-Ham | Year Posted 2014