Sadly I Can'T Remember

Sadly, I can't remember
the last words she spoke to me
before passing last December 
in quiet reverie.

We visited with open hearts
as she bore her very soul
yet never pressing from her sweet lips
thoughts better left untold.

And so, she left me stranded here 
with her mother's love unbound 
and memories made of gossamer wings 
ethereal and profound.

Sadly, I can't remember
her last kiss upon my cheek
and I'd give everything I ever owned
If I could only hear her speak.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Tor Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 7:39 AM
A heartfelt write of a much adored Lady. Touching and sad but written lovingly...
Martin Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 5:59 PM
Thank you, Michael. It means far more to me than you know how much I appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem about my dear mother. All the best, Terry
Baker Avatar
August 2, 2022 at 3:20 PM
sorry for your loss my friend. You've written a excellent poem of love and tenderness at this time. May peace come to you as you heal from your loss Terrell. Prayers and blessings, Bill
Martin Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 6:00 PM
Thank you, Bill. I should have responded to you sooner but none the less, can't tell you how much I appreciate your sentiments about this poem for my mother. All the best, Bill, Terry
Young Avatar
August 1, 2022 at 10:33 AM
Full of sorrow and good to let out. I don't know if it's the last kiss or words that matter. When my dad left, it wasn't. It was a fishing trip, really, that last thing we did together. I feel for you. I think our president, who's grieved a lot, says it lingers light and heavy until one day you can think of them with a smile. I hope that day comes soon for you, Terry.
Martin Avatar
August 1, 2022 at 11:56 AM
Thanks for sharing your personal experience, Steve. I'm truly not as grieved as the poem may indicate but of course, I miss her deeply and wish I could recall more of our conversations and times together. But such is the nature of life. Her love however, like your father's I suppose, is what lingers and sustain us. Thx again for your deep thoughts. Write on, Terry
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