I reach onto the bookshelf
Carefully removing the photograph album from the top shelf
We nestle together on the sofa
I slowly turn over the pages
Yellowing photographs that capture precious moments frozen in time
Suddenly you become animated
Hidden memories begin to return …
We laugh as you recall stories from the past
You lovingly stroke the faces of those now long gone
Wishing they were there by your side for real
Tears fill your green eyes as you reach out and gently squeeze my hand
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
I'm getting that feeling once again
the tip of my soul is running away
my feet can not keep up with my regret
I stole the dreams I had from someone else
the failures I felt were never mine or real
until the morning I lost you
a dozens lives have been lived since
a thousand miles I walked to forget this
every morning reminds me of you
who said we get what we deserve?
why try to find the fit that broke?
what form can salvation really take?
I'm lost in this land with my artist veins
I abdicate the thorns ventured past my life
trading words for any capital I can count
where does content come from
I've looked between the legs of women
and found where the strife of life began
Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2017
The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.
I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.
In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.
How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face
of eternities long time clock...
I ache with wanting, with need and passion
it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
when I faced realities shock.
Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
and make the broken whole?
I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me.
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
that so many leavings have left?
Cherish and love to honor and protect
but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?
I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
with the brush held in your hand
I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2013
I love you dad,
Not because of the sweet deep voice
Not because of the angelic heart
Not because of the shelter and food
Not because of bills you clear
Not because of because
I love you dad,
Because you love mom
Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2014
You stare at me with vapid eyes,
That once were bright and clear.
You don't recognize me now,
My voice you barely hear.
This empty shell that's lying here,
Isn't the mother that I knew,
And it's tearing me apart inside.
Why did this happen to you?
You're the one who gave me life,
You taught and raised me well.
I couldn't ask for a better Mom,
And seeing you like this is hell!
We used to talk and laugh together,
Going shopping was a treat.
You loved to smile and give out hugs,
To every friend we'd meet.
But now you barely speak a word,
You look but you don't see,
And when I try and hug you,
You shrug away from me.
It's torture watching you fade away,
Knowing there's nothing I can do.
Do you even understand what I'm saying,
When I tell you "I love you" ?
How horrid and cruel this disease is,
Destroying every cell in your brain,
Stealing all of your memories,
And causing so much sorrow and pain.
I keep hoping one morning I'll waken,
And find its all been a bad dream,
But reality steps in and betrays me,
Making me want to scream!
My precious Mother, I miss you.
I miss your tender kiss on my brow.
I miss your sweet words of wisdom.
How I wish you had some for me now.
For PD's Second Chance contest
(this is a work of fiction)
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2012
Without you, the days are so long
& sometimes it's hard to just carry on.
You gave life & love to all things
The joy of giving was what you would bring.
I see your smile inside my head,
It just isn't fair that you have to be dead.
I know you suffered though all the while
You held your head high & even would smile.
As I watched you go through it, I always had hope,
Even when we came to the end of the rope.
Everything that we went through
Helped make us closer & more loving too.
Through ups & downs you always were strong
Even when you knew you didn't have long.
Life can be kind & cruel in the same,
But you will live on forever because of loves eternal flame.
Copyright © Aimee Rodriguez | Year Posted 2015
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
To eulogize your life when we have spent so many years apart
gives me comfort and memories of your precious passed life
You speak to me in my dreams and share images of a castle by the stream
it's walls shine of elegance a beauty of luster gold for your soul it now holds
My Mother, you are now a jewel of heaven, a gem in God's crown
as his loving arms hold you and his angels wings wrap around.
I know you sit in the room of hearts and some day you will take me in your arms,
while the angels play their harps like the soft swaying sound of a violin my soul
will then depart.
As I stroll to the waters edge of sadness and my reflection is looking back
I see my mothers wonderful smile our characteristics and mannerism
you blessed me as a child.
Tonight I will sleep and you will whisper in my ear all the stories
from the day that I was born, taking away my sadness and
giving me comfort to help me not to mourn.
So on Christmas morn when I awake from my dream that we shared
I will not see the lights from my Christmas tree
only the glow from the angel who has given me a life and a soul that is free.
T Reams 12/3/15 I miss you Mom
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.
St. Stephen’s college
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.
Copyright © Karan Patade | Year Posted 2013
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.
Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012
I look up high and see a bright star,
That must be my angel
Yes shes a star,
Mom I bet , its so beautiful living
In a castle up in the sky,
My mommy is an angel ,
I wish I could see her fly,
when sum days are hard ,
And reality sets in ,
I breakdown and cry ,
then I see a sparkle and really
Thats when it all made sense ,
I got comfort , from the bright star
way up high
Thats my mommy , shes an angel ,
sitting on the sky
The brightest star,
I love u mom , and think of u no
matter how far
U are ....
I can c u watching down on me ,
Where ever u are...
In loving memory of my mom
Pamela Sullivan -Sheets
Copyright © Jessica L. Sparks | Year Posted 2013
Today, a storm blew through
And tears with rain drops fell.
Out of nowhere, thoughts of you
And a pain began to swell.
Yet in my still reflection,
In this somber introspection
A little brook of bubbling joy
Flowed in, as I remembered as a boy...
When God knit a common tether
Through our daily ways and means.
He wove our lives together
As we courted common dreams.
While storms will always be,
And times of loss will sadden.
There is a Brook of Memories
That will always serve to gladden.
Above the loss of those departed,
Is a solace never leaving.
Held dear within the heart,
A brook of joy is heaving.
To sooth the pain of loss
The God of comfort sent a stream
To wash away our hurts beneath
The Brook of Memories.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013
I miss the way you would comfort me
When I was just a child
I miss the way you scolded me
When I was young and wild.
I miss the days you would tell me
That everything would be alright
I miss the way you worried for me
When I was no longer in your sight.
I miss the days we would share together
But those days I know I took
I miss the days when I did something wrong
And you gave me that special look.
I miss your love and compassion
God’s gift He gave to you
For no matter what would happen in life
You would always pull right through.
You kept our family together
You were there through thick or thin
You would fight the toughest battles
And you would always seem to win.
I love you Mom with all my heart
So, I thought that I would say
All these things we've shared together
We will share again some day.
Copyright © Roger Horsch | Year Posted 2013
Flood over my mind.
When I think of Karetes.
I feel complete.
With all the family there.
They left lots of memories.
For all of us to share.
Making the person that I am today.
Lessons that they taught me.
They guide me thru my life.
Their power of a touch, a smile and kind words
Their listening ears and honest compliment
Their single act of kindness was like a drop of oil on a patch of a dry skin
Making the person that I am today.
Their willingness to give and care.
Their kindness transforms my dark moment with a blaze of light
Their love was based on trust, and trust on love.
They made sacrifices and put our happiness first
They taught us never to abandon widows, widowers and orphans.
Making the person that I am today.
They taught us not to forget our past
to be honest and trustworthy
appreciation cultural diversity which is essential for our co-existence.
To love and share the beauty of life
without expecting any charm or joy
I remembered every moment between us,
and every moment felt more precious as time passed.
Making the person that I am today.
Taught us be pillars of positivity.
Let our heart glow when we pray.
Let our soul's innermost desire and need flow in silence, gratitude and humble petition.
Let our daily prayers be a life attitude
not only when we are in trouble
but never forgetting to include all others who are also in difficulties.
May our hearts be filled with great love for one another?
Making the family that we are today.
Copyright © Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015
smell of cucumbers,boiled bacons
choking in my heart
like my mamma's soul
with the melancholy of our
Copyright © sneha nair | Year Posted 2015
Its been over 27 years coming
this missive or letter,
maybe poem ?
I HATE Mother’s day !!
with a passion ... I've said it ...
The sheer relief is palpitating
a load of my mind, and body,
slithers away peacefully knowingly,
just to see those words in writing,
Actually I find the words out of reach
to express my utter relief, just now
Don’t get me wrong,
It’s not that I don’t love or
want to celebrate my mother
or lack feeling for her
Oh ! it’s completely the opposite
Not only does it remind me what I miss (her)
but it also reminds me, what,
what I always felt I lacked
(as a mother I mean), and I've felt
it for many years, since my first
My mother and hers and my father and his
set the standards so high, so very high
that I thought hey, I'm smart ?
I can be a mother a better mother
like no other, like no other indeed !
I remember receiving gifts
being overwhelmed with joy
that first mother’s day
I was graced with that love
and all those crazy
Motherly emotions, we mothers feel
I felt gratitude for all that
and so much more
But then doubt crawled into mind
setting up house, making a home
that would last the whole lifetime
of my eldest son, until these past
days filled with agony, measured
no longer in minutes or hours
but in each moment of pain
I felt I hadn’t been there enough
I knew, or thought I knew
I hadn't loved them 'enough'
or soothed their pains
or made their bed 'enough',
Jesus, the shit I poured
down my own back
I lack many things, though
I had wisp of a dream
that hope would win,
I'd be a mother, like my own
but that wasn't to be
life changed like a hurricane
I lived one life and then
another took its place
no better or worse,
my children never went without,
then they did for more years
than the former, I felt the pain
each time I said 'no' but always
tried to rob Peter paying Paul his due
and went without, yes even food
then slowly as times sands swiftly
drew threw the hourglass
they all left, got jobs, found love
and made lives without me,
I never get to see them much
some more than others
over time it’s taken its toll
I thought lack of contact
spoke about the mother I was
how much I was loved
I was right,
it was saying something
just not what I thought
I have saved two of mine
from the very hands of death,
I have went without sleep
for more reasons than I care to list
I have answered the phone
in the dead of night
spoken about everything
I missed a call to bail a man out
but alas it was the one night
I have known the hands of sleep
all night, for a very long time
so I forgive myself, even if he doesn't
I have slaved and went without sleep
Christmas night, just to see their
little faces in the morning
I always tried my best hoping
and praying, yes praying !,
(to that one in the second row
Saying, "I always knew she prayed")
Some will take a shot at a guess
at why I write this just now this close
to a day that should be celebrated
for all mothers the good ones and the bad
It’s because even a bad mother can love
with every fiber of her beautiful soul,
even a bad mother can be a good mother
on those days that end with a child’s peace
As my days trickle to hours and minutes
I know mothers never ever stop being mothers
yes even the bad ones, can love forever
with passion that burns from her womb
There is a feeling that only a mother can feel
and I don’t mean just birth mothers,
I mean all mothers Biological or not
they all feel it in their hearts and minds
in their bodies and souls
even the children she gave homes to
(but not life), in doing so
is giving a life to without
knowing first breath,
and yet still carry with them a love
they will always bare
then as times hand lays his head
and says enough, she is gone
it is now on this Mother’s Day
I say, I hate mother’s day even more
because I am a motherless child
wishing for just a few moments more
so I could tell my mother
she was the best mother, like no other,
Because she was mine
there’s a lesson here for you children
those lucky enough to still have their mother
give her a call and just say I love you, then hang up !!
let her think what a "cray cray crazy" child she has
but wouldn’t change for anything even life
and I bet she smiles ... eventually
time will never stand for no man or woman,
So love your mother and tell her, once a week ? maybe?
To my kindred souls who have felt the loss
and the stinging cut of the wounds
that drip with grief from their loss
today I hate Mother’s day too ......
but there's a lasting but here,
I forgive my beautiful soul,
I gave 'enough', it was all I had ...
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2015
is deep sorrow piercing the
heart that must weep to release
what the flesh can't overcome.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
I wake up with another tear
for I have again, relived the nightmare
will it ever leave me with any way to see
when will I again be able to see my family
the past is forgiven
so why is it still living
my heart was so broken
but soon after it was frozen
let it lie and the past die
for I have a life to live with
but the past is still being relived
how do I stop this past of torture
so I can find my new future
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
When the stars refuse to glow;
And the moon turns off her light.
That is when I'll know;
You are forever from my sight.
When the sun no longer rises;
And the winds of time stands still.
There will be no surprises;
Nothing more will I feel.
When all the waters run backwards;
And birds choose not to fly.
I will accept that I am shattered;
And will lay me down to die.
Until that day arrives;
I simply will not succumb.
Like the Phoenix I will rise;
For I shall overcome.
If today must be a battle;
Then a warrior I shall be.
Nothing's won for the idle;
I carry perseverance and dignity.
When this day be finished;
And I reflect the challenged scores.
My love will be undiminished.
Your memory the source.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
Dedicated to my mother, Etta Maye Martin Harris on this Mother's Day
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2016
A DAY IN JUNE
A day in June,clouds white,sun bright.
What to do on a lonely dark day.
Why is it lonely? Only I can say.
When the lord took my mom and sister away.
It's a funny thing it was'nt yesterday,and it was'nt today.
But, the hurt in our hearts never,never goes away.
We look in the sky and we wonder “what they are doing?”
Singing, laughing, cooking ,sewing?
Just like we used to do when they were here.
But now each day seems like a year.
Our memories are like no others ,
when you had the greatest sister and mother.
Their kindness and love was above and beyond,
and the sweet faces that said " you are where you belong."
We manage to make it threw everyday.
And hope in time the hurt goes away.
We miss them more than we can say
And every day seem dark and gray.
Be happy,not sad and no regrets.
You must go on and do your best,
These are the words our mom left,
Before we had to lay her to rest.
We try so hard to honor her words,
We look at nature the birds and the trees.
We look at the tall grass the flowers the bees.
They just don’t seem to look the same way
When the ones who loved them the most ,are suddenly gone away.
We would love to see them for just one more minute
Even though we know our time would have a limit.
Just for one second, time for a kiss
To let them know just how much they are missed.
WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!!
Written By Betty Hebert June 28, 2014
Copyright © Betty Landon | Year Posted 2014
in a sea of numbness
for days, hours, minutes
until memory bursts.
the gray clouds on a dreary day
They bring back you
advice-- both sought and not
the color of your eyes
I hear your voice
and again I am
in a deluge of pain
you're gone now
no hour long calls
when you're minutes away
because I'm yours
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015
My tree of strength, my beautiful solitude spot,
I come to you to rest, My tired body, my tears to shed,
My tree of solitude, may your strong branches give me shade,
My tree of solitude, you bring a smile upon my face, forever I will be grateful for your warmth, and grace.
My tree of solitude, I lay beneath you, as the winds gently blow, your gentle branches, singing me to a calming sleep, I lay beneath you to remember my beloved son, who loved nature with all his heart,
for now I know he is with me in the peaceful moment, thank you my sacred tree, until we meet again,
may you stand tall and strong, with your long branches, to keep my spot nice and warm.
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015
Whole night you were in my musing
Everything forgets except your face
Today I'm late at bed
No one to wake me early
When i saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...
He left the world you leave
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Still waiting for you every eve at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.
My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.
I can't see their faces
It's remind me you,
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step,"Mom"
He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend !
Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon is vanished
Sometimes i feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cries out
Like a simple child
And pray to you,"Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once !
This poem is based on death of one of my friend's Mom and i feel more love to my parents when i read this.
Copyright © Litan Dey | Year Posted 2013
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too soon.
You had to have a hysterectomy and your left leg amputated.
You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated.
My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator.
If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator.
When you died, I came home and licked my wounds.
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014
Umbilical cord, slain
By the silver hands
I grieve in mourning.
Naked babe is left,
To writhe and churn,
On tethered ground,
Cold, so cold.
Mother is gone.
The hum of wings fades,
In Time's net,
Of captured dreams.
And umbilical cord, tossed
To the hungry chute,
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2013
In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
WE MOURN OURSELVES
With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same
Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home
You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind
This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind
Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more
Left with you are your deeds in that new home
Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
In memory of Ann Mary Pospisil Stenberg
I wish you were here
For one more birthday to honor your presence. For one more Easter to decorate your home. For one more Thanksgiving to help with cooking. For one more Christmas to open our presents. For one more occasion to say that we love you.
I wish you were here----
For one more day of sharing your kindness. For one more hour of telling some secrets. For many more moments of getting to know you, and to comfort your hands as you affectionately needed. For hundreds of times to mend whatever was broken.
I wish you were here----
To appreciate the warmth and enjoyment of nature, as you'd take lifetime journeys you weren't able to finish. For you to stand outside without a wheelchair below you, and walk for miles as the sun shines upon you.
I wish you were here---
To enjoy your family and friends, and to spend that time which was devastatingly shortened. For you to be happy and healthy, without all that pain you had tragically suffered. I wish you were here for thousands of reasons.
Now that you're gone, and the distance is lonely, my smiling has vanished while the tears are constantly flowing. I'm here on Earth. You left me behind. You're free in Heaven. There's no sickness or grief. God's kingdom is privileged with the wings of perfection. They've been blessed with an ultimate Angel. I miss you my dear mother and I'm praying you've heard me. When it's my time to go, I'm hoping you'll find me. As the most beautiful star which glistens above, I know you're the one who's watching and listening.
I wish you were here----I'll never forget you..
I wish you were here---you'll always be treasured.
Deborrah Ann Stenberg----
Copyright © Deborrah Ann Stenberg | Year Posted 2015
I always thought
you would be there to help me
shop for a prom dress,
get ready for graduation,
plan my wedding,
or raise my own children.
So, now that you're gone,
I look up at the stars.
I realize you are
The brightest star
and you're still always there
to guide me.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Krenik | Year Posted 2016
Original version january 2015
Though I fear she's gone forever
and her smile I cannot see
I still have so many moments
when I feel her here with me
she seems to show me things are just fine
and we'll meet again someday
and now i know, though I cant see her
it doesn't mean she's gone away
Our memories I will keep forever
and even though we are apart
She may reside among the angels
but she lives within my heart.
Revised Version March 2015
It once seemed she had gone forever
her smile I could no longer see
Her voice no longer spoke her blessings
Her arms had ceased to comfort me
At times when I was feeling so low
when sadness loomed so endlessly
I'd pray for just one final moment
It's her I'd seek, yet could not see
There are still so many moments
when I fear what is unknown
And if I could walk right up to heaven
I'd go right now and bring her home
but we can't change the way things happen
Cannot choose the way things are
We can only hope and pray our loved ones
Shine like diamonds 'midst the stars
Our memories are mine forever
and even now, so far apart
while she's dancing with the angels
she still sings within my heart.
Until we meet again... I love you mum xxx
Copyright © melanie jennings | Year Posted 2015