December 17, 2008
Heart strings tug and strum a piece of melancholy
The mind vacillates from lovely days long past
to today's bitter reality
Longing for that loving, motherly touch
Oh, so quick to get me line when I was out.
That touch that I still thank God I had a chance to
feel and why I am missing you so much
That touch, yes, that sweet touch, so motherly
I see you working all day to only come home to clean
and cook, and still have time for us amid your tank
being on empty
Oh, how you would be so beside yourself at my baseball
and basketball games
You didn't mean any harm; you just did not want your
only son to get hurt and just a chance to hear the announcer
say my name
December 17, 2008 was cold, cloudy and so dreary
Just as that day, my heart was cold and void of that
radiant light that had kept me so dreamy
"Time heals all", "It gets better with time", now this is
all I've heard and all I continue to hear
Well, you all lied 'cause here I sit today and it still hurts
like hell, brother still trying to get in gear
December 17, 2008, I knew my life would never be the same
I tried to prepare myself and be strong but why do I feel like
such a lame
December 17, 2008, time literally stood still
Trying to pick up the pieces, but somehow I keep asking
myself, "Is this for real?"
December 17, 2008: mother Earth lost a dear queen
A woman so full of substance, strength and love,
Yes, my dear Lorine
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2017
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