The Person I Used to Be
I miss the person I used to be,
You would have liked her too—so full of life and carefree.
Her glass was always half full,
She saw the bright side, ever hopeful.
No matter what came her way,
She’d just smile and face the day.
Grieving the self that’s now long gone,
Knowing a part of her is beyond.
The emptiness now shapes her today,
Sadness, like an uninvited guest, lingers more than joy in her day.
Aware of how fleeting life can be,
She still rises each morning, thankful to thee.
Hiding behind her mask is grief,
Sorrow and pain, she’s still in disbelief.
She stands tall, remembering the past,
Memories burn bright, forever to last.
She misses her to the depths of her soul,
A loss so profound, it takes its toll.
Her love for her transcends time and age
Everlasting through all the stages.
The ghost of the mommy she used to be
Is now in heaven, rocking her Karyn gently.
Sunrise
The flame of love is as
pure as the day she was born
May 8, 1993
Sunset
The day of mourning etched
in her soul
January 12, 2024
“Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure. You are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.” — Unknown
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