The Day You Died, I Did Too, Mother
There was something in you that magically sparkled.
A light that brightened each corner
of this world.
And when you died, that light was
snuffed out.
And no...it never returned!
I tried so many ways to make my life
a kaleidoscope of love again.
But a Mother cannot be replaced, not
even with this pen.
You hope you turn a corner, and maybe,
just maybe,she will be right there
But the soft summer breeze tells you,
Her breath and kisses are indeed, gone
forever, never again!
I am fully cognizant that not all mothers
are the same.
Many adults have shared with me, no,
they did not love their mother.
It shows in who they are, unable to
appreciate any another.
Mom loved everyone, we all her children
were.
When I walked Maria down the aisle,
wrapped was I in her mink stole.
It was like being wrapped in her arms
again, made of love, the finest of spun
gold!
8/29/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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