To Mom
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Sandra and Mom - 1958 She was 42 and I was 19.
She passed at age 55 in 1971 when I was 32.
My dearest mom, forty and eight years gone,
although to me, it seems like yesterday.
You were too young to leave this earth at dawn
that sad, regretful fall September day.
I miss your smile and gentle way you cared
for me and precious grandkids, now all grown;
and how you would have taught and sweetly shared
your love and talents that so brightly shone.
I feel your presence more than I can say-
and know somehow your spirit lives in me.
If only life had granted us our way-
our unsaid thoughts in life would never be.
Dear mom, please know that not a day goes by,
I wish we'd shared more life before goodbye.
April 23, 2016, Revised April 19, 2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: A World Without You
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Judged: 05/31/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: What Was Left Unsaid
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 04/24/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Sonnet #3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 09/10/2016
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: To Mom
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Judged: June 4, 2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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