Missing Mom

It's the anniversary of her death, That ushers in my holidays, And the sound of her last breath, That crushes everything I say... Even though some time has passed, It never feels the same, Remembering what she said last, Before I heard my name... The woman that has cared for me, Like no one ever has, Has faded to a memory, To free me from its grasp ... But it seems I can't let go, And still keep trying to find, Something sacred no one knows, To bring her back from time... And even as I close my eyes, To look for her in dreams, Something tells me when they dry, They somehow set her free... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com