Mom Bereavement Poems

This was the first holiday
Without you in my life
And it chiseled at my heart
I was down and out but
I saw a twinkling star
One night that...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 
1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

I trot out a poem acknowledging...

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I moved to San Francisco from across the bay in early 1977. At 19 years old, dad got me a two-bedroom house in the San...

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On a sweltering humid July morning,
she was escorted by her best friend
as they walked through whispered prayers
into a beige brick one story building.
She laid on...

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So fondly I remember,
We would gather ‘round and sing
Mom on the piano, as Christmas
Melodies would ring.

Music always brought us joy,
Come and join us, by all...

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It seems I've not laughed for quite awhile.
When did my face last smile?
Sadness and grief now fill my day
When will it go away?

Time heals the...

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Moonlight ,shining through the window pane
The silence that slowly drives you insane
Wind flowing through the trees
Talking softy to the summer breeze
Sounds out in the night...

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In memory of Joan, my mom, who passed away on 19 December 2019. We miss you. Hugs and love.

You're gone now
By Michelle Morris
January 2020

You're gone...

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Dear God…Michelle here
Why did you have to pick her?
Why did you have to take my mom so soon?
Why did she have to go to heaven...

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My Love,

The sky reminded me of you today.
The sun set in lilac with a teasing tinge of pink—
just the way you used to love it.

On...

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Mom and Dad, Dad and Mom
So opposed in their roles, yet unified in their wants.
It's a bitter shame to be old and grey,
Look back at...

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The Map

On the table... there is a folded paper. 
When carefully opened and displayed, 
it shows places to go and to be... 

Why would anyone...

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Yours truly borrows a phrase
courtesy the great bard
also known as
William Shakespeare's Hamlet:
"For 'tis the sport ...
Hoist by one's own petard
meaning "victimized or hurt 
by one's...

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Blank;
I spent my days talking a lot;
I tell a lot of things about myself,
I tell a lot of things about my dad, my mom, my...

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I hear the flapping of wings 
As your heart starts to sing 
A light tickle on the back of my ear 
I can tell that...

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