Nostalgia

Recapturing moments, as if gazing out of a broken glass window. Distorted and blurry from all the tears, the hurt, the sorrow. Lost in nostalgia, Plagued with visions of your laugh, your love, your smile. And all the arguments we had, now seem so juvenile. My mother, you was, you were, and always will be. Your love, your compassion, your efforts, are forever etched within me. The pain of your absence lingers, No relief despite my prayers. My beating heart is out of rhythm, Left struggling to find the snare. Counting the seconds, to minutes, dragging the hour of the day. Asking God daily, why did He take you away? Leaving me shattered and broken, unsure of where the pieces belong. Faintly, hearing whispers, encouraging me to remain strong. As a child, I stayed hidden under your wings, Protected and safe, nothing could harm me. But now I’m afraid, alone, and in fear of everything. Yearning for comfort, I seek the love only a mother can bring. I feel God’s dispassion for my dreary circumstance. My cries left unheard, as if there’s no relevance.