Tara Jennings Poet Free verse

I Miss Her

If I can not be held in her arms, or weep into the cradle of her neck
and smell the sweet sweat, smoke and cover girl scent
 Nor lie in her lap and listen to her choppy lullaby
then I wish I could watch a movie of her life

little clips of happy moments, parties and graduations
I'd like to unroll reel that slowly panned her smile
where her laugh could curl through my heart
and chase this loneliness away.

I wish I could read her journal, and meet her all over again
I want to hear her secrets, the ones she would have told 
when I was of age to understand
I want read a letter to me, explaining her love for me
so I feel that wholeness of a parents love once again.
I want to read her script and remember the shape of her hands.

I wish someone would talk about her to me.
I want to hear the stories about my mother
that fate never allowed her to say to me.
I want to know that someone else feels this sorrow
that her impact on the world was not just her love in me
that some one else understands and feels this horror too.
I miss my Mom, but alas, there is no one left to speak.

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Poet Tacito June 26, 2013 at 1:54 PM I think this is one of the purposes of memories. To help maintain the pilot light of those who have passed. I fully understand the pain behind this. Way too much to say to this. Excellent done!