Bits of me are missing mother,
the bits of me which you placed.
Bits of me are missing Mother;
ah, I see you in my face.
Trying to remember Mother’s days -
wine and roses - Sinatra songs
beaches, pipe curls and crinolines -
Days, so far gone, so long ago,
replaced by bitter brew: by tears,
by fears, by little pills;
I remember you.
I see you in my face Mother.
Years gone by and still I try,
no easy thing to do, I try to remember,
just a few memories of happy days
with you -
Was it when I learned to read;
when you baked your pies? Ah, Mother,
mother memories only come in sighs.
Still, in all, it’s very true, I spend
each day missing, missing all of you.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.
I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.
In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.
How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face
of eternities long time clock...
I ache with wanting, with need and passion
it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
when I faced realities shock.
Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
and make the broken whole?
I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me.
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
that so many leavings have left?
Cherish and love to honor and protect
but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?
I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
with the brush held in your hand
I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
Copyright © tara jennings
Please please PLEASE
Say you recognize ME -
My face, my name;
Please say you know me today.
Say you know me, so we can converse,
A normal chat, words unrehearsed.
No more who are you’s, or who am I’s,
No more confusion when I stop by
I miss you mom and you’d miss me too,
If just once, you only knew…
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan
I love you dad,
Not because of the sweet deep voice
Not because of the angelic heart
Not because of the shelter and food
Not because of bills you clear
Not because of because
I love you dad,
Because you love mom
Copyright © Rodgers Roger Carter
You stare at me with vapid eyes,
That once were bright and clear.
You don't recognize me now,
My voice you barely hear.
This empty shell that's lying here,
Isn't the mother that I knew,
And it's tearing me apart inside.
Why did this happen to you?
You're the one who gave me life,
You taught and raised me well.
I couldn't ask for a better Mom,
And seeing you like this is hell!
We used to talk and laugh together,
Going shopping was a treat.
You loved to smile and give out hugs,
To every friend we'd meet.
But now you barely speak a word,
You look but you don't see,
And when I try and hug you,
You shrug away from me.
It's torture watching you fade away,
Knowing there's nothing I can do.
Do you even understand what I'm saying,
When I tell you "I love you" ?
How horrid and cruel this disease is,
Destroying every cell in your brain,
Stealing all of your memories,
And causing so much sorrow and pain.
I keep hoping one morning I'll waken,
And find its all been a bad dream,
But reality steps in and betrays me,
Making me want to scream!
My precious Mother, I miss you.
I miss your tender kiss on my brow.
I miss your sweet words of wisdom.
How I wish you had some for me now.
For PD's Second Chance contest
(this is a work of fiction)
Copyright © Kim Merryman
That was the day we played all day outside
And ride imaginary stick horses around
Shooting and shouting as if our lungs was rawhide
It was in imagination that the fun abound
That was the day the house seemed in disrepair
Furniture and boxes all out of place
Chaos reigned while mama cleaned everywhere
Leaving germ and dirt without a trace.
I thought of mama today as I watched you clean
Remembered how we would wipe our foot
On the little mat, but mostly could not dare go in
As if we were the grime or the cause of soot
Food would only come when mama took a break
But not before dark and howling belly turned
Play into night, and after the yard was swept and raked
Something about you in mama I'd discerned.
What was all that cleaning just to be clean, I ask
Or was it a search for something missing here
What deeper motive had the highly honored task
What coin, or sheep, or son hid behind the tear
What golden fleece or grail to you both have been lost
I know mama cleaning searched for meaning here
As if sin was something we could see like life's dross
As if to seek was the magic bullet for man's despair.
O something about you remind me of mama, my dear
And childhood comes rushing back in floods
Two sparse rooms and five pieces of furniture there
While we chased butterflies from dying buds
You are different though, for you have allowed us in
Watching our eyes to tell you of missing spots
But we just laugh and tell long tales while you clean
Life is too short to search or go connecting dots.
Copyright © David Smalling
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.
Copyright © Mac McGovern
Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.
St. Stephen’s college
Copyright © Suyash Saxena
As l sit here staring in the mirror
I see what once was.Those dark brown
eyes saddens me to the core,
My mamma used to say girl you can be
anything your heart is guiding
you to become.
I still remember everything she told
but some how now it's not enough.
When I left home years ago l
didn't know life can be so cruel.
Everybody didn't see me like
mamma, that woman loved me
through and through.
Although I never lived in a plastic
bubble, I guess her protectiveness
of me was a type of bubble.
Don't get me wrong she allowed me
to make my own mistakes.How ever
she lifted my spirits when I needed
Now as I recall the memories of the
past, she loved me so hard because
we were all each other had. It was me and
mamma against the entire galaxy.
It's be two long years since mamma
has been gone. What saddens
me most is the reflection I
see in this old mirror is my mamma
staring back at me.
Copyright © Alexis Y.
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.
Copyright © Karan Patade
I look up high and see a bright star,
That must be my angel
Yes shes a star,
Mom I bet , its so beautiful living
In a castle up in the sky,
My mommy is an angel ,
I wish I could see her fly,
when sum days are hard ,
And reality sets in ,
I breakdown and cry ,
then I see a sparkle and really
Thats when it all made sense ,
I got comfort , from the bright star
way up high
Thats my mommy , shes an angel ,
sitting on the sky
The brightest star,
I love u mom , and think of u no
matter how far
U are ....
I can c u watching down on me ,
Where ever u are...
In loving memory of my mom
Pamela Sullivan -Sheets
Copyright © Jessica L. Sparks
I miss the way you would comfort me
When I was just a child
I miss the way you scolded me
When I was young and wild.
I miss the days you would tell me
That everything would be alright
I miss the way you worried for me
When I was no longer in your sight.
I miss the days we would share together
But those days I know I took
I miss the days when I did something wrong
And you gave me that special look.
I miss your love and compassion
God’s gift He gave to you
For no matter what would happen in life
You would always pull right through.
You kept our family together
You were there through thick or thin
You would fight the toughest battles
And you would always seem to win.
I love you Mom with all my heart
So, I thought that I would say
All these things we've shared together
We will share again some day.
Copyright © Roger Horsch
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.
Copyright © twanna Irisha
I miss her so
And yet, I connect with her
Every time I touch a flower...
When I read the classics
Engrossed in the pages of Lorna Doone...
When I breathe in the pine scented air
Of the hills of Lebanon,
The land that she loved...
When I sing the alto part of the hymns she adored
Trying to fit my voice to her glorious one....
Teaching me how to follow the notes
“It is Well with my Soul.”
When tears spill out of my eyes
In sympathy for another....
Her sensitive soul pouring out from my eyes
When I tease my students and hug them tight
Trying to make them fall in love with words...
The well loved teacher
When I write my little rhymes...
Still believing I'll be famous one day
When I drop something and it shatters...
Worrying that the same disease
Will touch her only daughter
And turn her life to hell
When I look at my black hair
Beginning to show the white
Thick and luxuriant...
With a knowing smile
Happy she’s passed on her
Her crowning glory to me
Between the lines of the poems I write...
Her romantic heart beating loudly
She’s in me
How I wish you knew her
Before she was ravaged by disease
Before her spirit was crushed
And her smile became lopsided
And yet she didn't stop smiling
Or reaching out to touch a loved one
But I had to hear her pray for death
The confines of the wheelchair too much
Unable to care for herself
Having to have my father bathe, change, and feed her
Too much for the free spirit that she was
The one who had climbed trees while pregnant
And smiled at the sun
I tried to heal her
I prayed and I begged
Testing my faith
"In the name of Jesus...."
No healing came
No cure for MS
And I hid my tears, crushed
That this vibrant ray of sunlight
The one they called Sunshine
Wanted to leave my world in
I had to let her go
And it was only when I changed my prayer
And asked for His will to be done
That she fell asleep
And got the release she
I miss my MAMA
I’m crying tears she cannot see
For she is sleeping
Waiting for the wake up call
Of Jesus whom she adored
My heart bleeds for my MAMA
Life is unkind
To take her from me
But I’m my Mama’s girl
An extension of her heart and mind and soul
A helpless hopeless romantic
Who loves the rain
And the wind in my hair
And Little Women
I Thessalonians 4:16 - 18
Copyright © Eileen Manassian
I like my mother
It is the most beautiful
Word in English, dear...!!
Copyright © amolkumar udarwar
Whole night you were in my musing
Everything forgets except your face
Today I'm late at bed
No one to wake me early
When i saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...
He left the world you leave
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Still waiting for you every eve at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.
My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.
I can't see their faces
It's remind me you,
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step,"Mom"
He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend !
Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon is vanished
Sometimes i feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cries out
Like a simple child
And pray to you,"Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once !
This poem is based on death of one of my friend's Mom and i feel more love to my parents when i read this.
Copyright © Litan Dey
in a sea of numbness
for days, hours, minutes
until memory bursts.
the gray clouds on a dreary day
They bring back you
advice-- both sought and not
the color of your eyes
I hear your voice
and again I am
in a deluge of pain
you're gone now
no hour long calls
when you're minutes away
because I'm yours
Copyright © Janet Cervenka
Umbilical cord, slain
By the silver hands
I grieve in mourning.
Naked babe is left,
To writhe and churn,
On tethered ground,
Cold, so cold.
Mother is gone.
The hum of wings fades,
In Time's net,
Of captured dreams.
And umbilical cord, tossed
To the hungry chute,
Copyright © Allie Ogletree
A DAY IN JUNE
A day in June,clouds white,sun bright.
What to do on a lonely dark day.
Why is it lonely? Only I can say.
When the lord took my mom and sister away.
It's a funny thing it was'nt yesterday,and it was'nt today.
But, the hurt in our hearts never,never goes away.
We look in the sky and we wonder “what they are doing?”
Singing, laughing, cooking ,sewing?
Just like we used to do when they were here.
But now each day seems like a year.
Our memories are like no others ,
when you had the greatest sister and mother.
Their kindness and love was above and beyond,
and the sweet faces that said " you are where you belong."
We manage to make it threw everyday.
And hope in time the hurt goes away.
We miss them more than we can say
And every day seem dark and gray.
Be happy,not sad and no regrets.
You must go on and do your best,
These are the words our mom left,
Before we had to lay her to rest.
We try so hard to honor her words,
We look at nature the birds and the trees.
We look at the tall grass the flowers the bees.
They just don’t seem to look the same way
When the ones who loved them the most ,are suddenly gone away.
We would love to see them for just one more minute
Even though we know our time would have a limit.
Just for one second, time for a kiss
To let them know just how much they are missed.
WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!!
Written By Betty Hebert June 28, 2014
Copyright © Betty Landon
In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
WE MOURN OURSELVES
With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same
Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home
You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind
This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind
Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more
Left with you are your deeds in that new home
Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole
Only memories remain
Of that old rocking chair
Where momma prayed for family
And shed hot tears for me
Only memories remain
By: Lyric Man
Contest: Nette's "A Prized Refrain"
Number 4 - Rocking Chair
Copyright © Lyric Man
WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001
I love you all with my whole entire heart
every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart
I try to work out what I must've done wrong
how many mothers sing this sad song
But there are no answers to my questions
Every year we have spent together
is now embedded, in my heart forever
I think hard and long
does this pain really belong
Still...there are no answers to my questions
Strength I once had to carry on
is nearly dead and gone
I say a prayer every night
to give me strength, to stay and fight
I still ask, "why us"
were we on the wrong bus
I weep a tear with every second
how do I live, like everyone reckon's
Still...I get no answers to my questions
I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
am I really asking way to much
I love my babies with every beat of my heart
please I beg you, stop keeping us apart
Still...no answers to my questions
I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's
are truly his very own
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
Original version january 2015
Though I fear she's gone forever
and her smile I cannot see
I still have so many moments
when I feel her here with me
she seems to show me things are just fine
and we'll meet again someday
and now i know, though I cant see her
it doesn't mean she's gone away
Our memories I will keep forever
and even though we are apart
She may reside among the angels
but she lives within my heart.
Revised Version March 2015
It once seemed she had gone forever
her smile I could no longer see
Her voice no longer spoke her blessings
Her arms had ceased to comfort me
At times when I was feeling so low
when sadness loomed so endlessly
I'd pray for just one final moment
It's her I'd seek, yet could not see
There are still so many moments
when I fear what is unknown
And if I could walk right up to heaven
I'd go right now and bring her home
but we can't change the way things happen
Cannot choose the way things are
We can only hope and pray our loved ones
Shine like diamonds 'midst the stars
Our memories are mine forever
and even now, so far apart
while she's dancing with the angels
she still sings within my heart.
Until we meet again... I love you mum xxx
Copyright © melanie jennings
Mother, I, did wish to be, of two,
a girl for me, a boy for you.
We had a fine lad so true,
I should have gone for two.
You’re gone, so is he,
no second me
no sweet she
If I had done what I had wished
trusted us with a second gift
there'd be some company
a nest full with thee
Father didn't want another "joy"
He had achieved his lovely boy
a lifetime passed as did he
always working not free
I'm alone, not he,
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
is deep sorrow piercing the
heart that must weep to release
what the flesh can't overcome.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci
We have held you as you cried........................
Hi Mum it's your darling daughter,
Looking down from up above.
Just to tell you that I'm doing fine,
And to send you all my love.
Tell Dad to dry his tears,
It was no ones fault i know.
I will always be his little girl,
As I watch my brothers grow.
Mum, I miss my goodnight kisses,
I miss your tender touch.
I miss those bedtime stories,
I miss you all so much.
But do not worry, I'm not alone,
I've Grandad at my side.
Even though you haven't seen us both,
We have held you as you've cried.
We have watched you bringing flowers,
Seen you wipe those tears away.
I will always be your little girl,
Now and every breaking day.
Copyright © Leighton Rees
I stopped to see you at your grave today.
I thought and wondered just what to say...
As I dug around and cleaned your stone.
I suddenly felt so very alone.
I played the songs on my radio,
Which played a part in your life.
Upon your stone it only says, Beloved Wife.
Six children you had, no, the seventh went home.
I just bet you're now holding, you're not alone.
I tried to remember the last memory I had.
But I kept returning to all that was sad.
I still remember that day you died...
I held your hand as my father cried.
So many things I used to do,
Like steal a flower and give it to you.
Where did you get that, Oh, never mind.
The thoughts that you had were so very kind.
You were there when I was good.
You were there when I was bad.
You corrected me the times when you should.
And now my heart is oh so sad.
I talked to you about the cancer in dad;
His lung removed and gall bladder he had.
The more I thought about all these things,
The more my heart broke.
A song came on that dad sang to you,
And as it did I sang it too.
I looked around for a flower to steal
And as I did my head began to reel.
My heart it sank to fathoms below,
I fell to my knees and wept so low.
The memories are all that I have, but for my tears,
My only salve.
I bent and kissed the plaque, on the cross.
I wondered if I'd find my way to you or be lost.
I thought of the first memory of mine,
In a hospital, I was two and doing fine.
The scarlet fever was gone and you and dad came for me.
I was so happy, as happy as can be.
I dusted the dirt away and took a hand full home.
I thought of when I might die and if I'd be alone.
My heart it ached and my eyes they wept,
I saw as I was watching with in my mind,
You and dad coming for me,
My feet, still they kept.
Your arms open wide and your faces so kind...
And again I wept...
Four years it will be that you've been away.
There is nothing more I can do or say.
I love you and miss you, my Beloved Mother.
Though dad has remarried, there will be no other...
I long to see you once again, and hold you in my arms.
In a place where there are no tears, I know I will cry...
For I will cry tears of joy to see you again.
Again my heart breaks and again I weep.
Oh, mom I miss you, but the memories I'll keep...
(Mom has been gone since 1996. Dad died almost ten years later. I still hurt inside.)
Copyright © Pernell Rodocker
If I could be but a breath;
Anticipating each sweet rhythm; watching the rise of my chest
Collapsing in sweet song, sending out just my best
Id breathe out I Love you, and forget all the rest
If I could be but a breeze;
Id whisper my love in a rustle of leaves, anticipating as they awake
New fall colors scattering my love neither here nor there, Id debate
If this breeze was what could describe my heart, as it ached
If I could be but a gust,
Id blast my strong gale, erupting in a clatter and loud clangs
I would howl out your name as the gust accompanied hard rain
Tears streaming down by thousands, rattling cold window panes
If I could be but a draft;
Id slip under doorways, slide in next to you as you forever sleep
Rest myself within white satin's, under boards as they creak
Be that shiver that reminds you, you are never alone despite what you think
If I could only be with you;
As a warm wind I’d soar to heaven’s gate
I’d stay there
I would forever wait.
Written by : Corrina
Copyright © Corrina Leblond
You might think that I am quite a handful
Failing your expectations at the most
Yet, being there at times which most cruel
Every step of the way, whatever it costs
Nothing to compare, that motherly love
Those scoldings and reminders, straightforward
All for the benefit, stand up on top
And keep on doing so, never gets tired
Having you, a blessing not in disguise
For extending beyond reach, your presence
Unconditional, without any price
My sanctum sanctorum, my eminence
No substitute for a mother like you,
the one treasure at its highest value.
Copyright © Jeffrey dela Cruz
Private O'Toole was only eighteen when he marched off to war.
He glanced back to see his tearful Mother standing in the door.
Across the way he heard the mournful wail of the midnight train,
Waiting to hasten him away from his Hoosier home adding to his pain!
He was deep in thought as the train slowly glided from the station,
Recalling that his Grandpa and Dad had fought in wars of liberation!
He felt a twinge of pride, yet he would miss the love and warmth of home,
Tinkering with his '37 Ford and roaming the fields with his dog, Jerome!
He leaned over the ship's rail watching San Francisco's lights slowly wane.
Like countless heroes before him, he wondered if he'd ever see them again.
The sergeant told him he was taking a cruise to Korea to stem the Red Tide,
And to just settle back, to always wear his dog tags and enjoy the ride!
Private O'Toole was a combat infantryman and was taught to kill.
His unit fought courageously on Korea's infamous Pork Chop Hill.
Artillery pounded them day and night and he fell with an anguished cry!
His remains were never found - they were taken by death's furtive scythe.
His dear old Mother opened the Western Union telegram with dread.
"We regret to inform you that your son is missing in action!" it read.
A Gold Star Flag was displayed by the grieving Mother in her windowpane,
Reminding all of the precious gift she gave the nation in a war so insane!
Placed No. 4 in Susan Burch's "Missing" Contest - March 2012
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw