There Is No Home Now

A lion of a headache I have.
It hurts to think for this is Thursday
The morning I always call my mother

Her voice lifts me
Her attitude is delightful
She is carefree and fun
People all agree she is hilarious

The headache is an awakening
A reminder that I can never return home
There is no home now
For Mother is gone

She departed eight days ago
To go to her heavenly reward.
I have no doubt about that.
She was the most spiritual woman I ever met.

I am homesick for my mother now
Knowing she has traveled beyond the realm
Thursdays are bitter now

This is my second one without her
My headache reminds me.
This is the morning I used to call my mother.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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February 7, 2020 at 9:27 PM
sorry for your loss...it's never easy losing a parent, especially a mother...when my mom first passed, i had been her caretaker so i picked up the phone to call her often and then realized...it fades a little with time... the love never does, just the urge to call i guess because we adjust and get used to not being able to... hugs to you
Krutsinger Avatar
February 8, 2020 at 8:30 AM
It is truly an enormous loss.
Gilmour Avatar
February 7, 2020 at 4:40 PM
My heart goes out to you my friend, I understand how you are feeling; to hear her voice just one more time.. but your memories are deep inside your heart Caren and these will never die. With hugs and kindest thought Ann xx
Krutsinger Avatar
February 8, 2020 at 8:30 AM
Thank you Ann.
Ashford Avatar
February 7, 2020 at 9:53 AM
A very poignant poem Caren. Hope your feeling better. Very good write.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 7, 2020 at 10:29 AM
I feel good. Thanks.
Cunningham Avatar
February 7, 2020 at 6:07 AM
So sad to lose a dear loved one Caren ,especially a parent , time eases your pain but you never ever forget, you keep them close to your heart and in fond memories. Tom
Krutsinger Avatar
February 7, 2020 at 10:30 AM
This is true Tom.
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