Best Lossmom Poems
Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,
On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)
My mom will never forget that special date,
Back in the year of '68.
Another birth in September of '70,
Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.
My sister would've been my friend and pal,
But she didn't make it through the birth canal.
I would've been her big brother just two years older,
Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.
Trying to write this is making me cry,
I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?
Why did you take this bundle of love?
Did you need another angel above?
Well something good happened in August '72,
My mom married the only dad I ever knew.
I may not be of his own flesh and blood,
But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".
My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.
He treated us all one and the same.
- Love you mom ! -
- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also
- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)
I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a
My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue
on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with
My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and
the problems I went through as a young child.
Pictures in My MInd
My granddaughter sits tall in the saddle
on a white horse she calls Shadow
My grandson struggles to ride his bike
the first time with out trainers
Three year old James flies by on his skooter
saying watch maw maw what I can do
These are pictures in my mind.
Their mom watches proudly as her children grow
Blonde haired just like his mom Grady James
looks just like she did at age two
Now she is all a glow pregnant with her second
My hubby and I sit in our rockers on the deck
watching the grandchildren play
One chasing a paper airplane, one catching a
ball the other dancing with a hoola hoop.
More beautiful pictures in my mind.
A redbird sits on a fence post a worm dangling
from his beak
I see a yellow and black butterfly trying to
land on a bush in the wind
These pictures i hold dear in my mind for you
see blindness has taken my eyes
These are the picutures only in my mind. As they
grow through the years they will always look this
way to me happy and carefree and proud in my mind.
i watch as she grows weaker
it breaks my heart to see her pain
i wonder how long we,ll get to keep her
and when she,ll see our mom again
i know mom is waiting
and i can almost see her smile
as she once again embraces
with happiness on her face
i know i,ll never be happy
once they lay her in the grave
its only a matter of time
but for now im trying to be brave
but each night my heart is breaking
and alot of tears i cry i dont want to tell my sister
i love you and goodbye
when you see our sweet sweet mama
give her a kiss for me
for it wont be long
we,ll be reunited
for all enternity
You were thrown into my arms without a hesitation. Born a gift from God, although your
earthly father was no good. I can't help but wonder where you are. I sit here thinking about
the days that I had with you before you were adopted. The warmth of your skin. I loved to
hold you in my arms. I remember when they threw you into my arms after you were born,
and you looked me in the eyes. At that moment I knew I was going to cry. The decision was
made so that you could have a better life, but it hurts deep inside. I gave you up to give you
a better life and even though I wanted to be selfish and keep you to myself. I knew that I
could not be a mother that you needed. 17 years old at the time of your birth. I'm now 18
but I still am not ready to be the mom that you deserve. I'm not even out of high school until
the end of this month. I wanted the best for you. When you were thrown into my arms at the
hospital I knew what I had to do. I had to be a mom and do the right thing. So I gave you
up, knowing that God had other plans for you. May God be with you my child as you grow
throughout the years. I'm glad that I made this decision for you even though it hurts me so
dear.
"Elvis came calling last night" I heard senile say
I stopped and did a double take wondering if I had heard right.
She smiled and said "He was with my mom in a pink cadillac"
I said, "But that can't be true! Elvis and your mom have been dead for years now!"
"I Know what I saw! It was Elvis; he even sang my favorite song for me!"
Not knowing what to say....I tried to change the subject
"The leaves are starting to turn and the yellows and reds are bright this year"
"Don't care about those leaves, they make such a mess in the yard!
Has Elvis ever been to your house?" said senile.
"Why no of course not....he died when I was just a little girl.
Did JFK come along for the ride also??"
Senile says, "No silly he has much more important work in the white house!!"
They say an angle watches you and every step you take,
That no leap in unguarded even when mistakes are made.
They’ll teach you of the world and all it has to give,
And just how your love could be such a precious gift.
They’ll keep you close to their hearts even if you’re far away,
Just in case you stumble or even lose your way.
They’ll guide you through your worries, fears and tears
While never let a nightmare creep anywhere near.
For even when you’re older she’ll be right by your side,
To chase away the monsters and brighten up the night.
To hold you close when you’re afraid and wipe away the tears,
She’ll lift you up and tight with strength then whisper” I’ll always be near”.
A blessing this angle was sent to you,
While watching every step you take.
She’ll be there to help guide you
No matter what mess you make.
I guess god knew what he was doing
When he sent this angle to you.
See, not only do you have a guardian,
But a mother whose love is true!
** I wrote this poem for my mom on mothers day'05, just 1 yrs before she passed away.
so i put this on here as a memory to her, and how much I'll always miss her.***
!!! I LOVE YOU MOM !!!
The little boy reclined in his bed.
Out of reach, by his foot, a blue rose lay.
His mom had been looking for quite a while
for something she thought would make his day.
Where did this come from mama?
She moved it to within his grasp.
When the little boy touched its stem
His mother’s computer recorded a gasp.
The rose, rather limp, in a sad sort of state,
stood straight and firm, back from the dead.
And as he and mom stared in wonder;
one by one by one, each petal turned red.
His short hair, mistaken at first glance
for a buzz cut, military style.
Revealed upon closer inspection,
radiation treatments for a long, long while.
Fact is, this was his last night with mom,
with his cat and his parakeet.
His last night with this magic rose,
left, again wilting, on the sheet.
Later when she could bear the pain,
she went back and gathered his clothes.
All the things of his, she should keep,
but, she could not find the red, red rose.
As she made her way down the long hall,
she glanced from the elevator door,
at a frail little wisp of a girl in bed,
and a long stemmed blue rose on the floor.
© Jun 15 2010 For Mac's "Blue Rose" contest
MISSING YOU
I lay awake at night,
Thinking about the day that you went home.
Nothing seems to be right,
I wish they had been some sign for me to have known.
Dad I miss you so much,
When I needed someone you were right there.
I would love to feel your loving touch,
The pain is more than I feel I can bear.
I keep remembering you would want me to be strong,
Lord knows you taught me that.
It just seems to be such a mistake and all wrong,
And how I miss our father/daughter chitchat.
I promised you that mom would be taken care of,
Even though I was treated different and always will be.
I always tried to show both of you all my love,
But sometimes mom couldn’t accept me for being me.
Sometimes you seemed to understand,
When mom and I wouldn’t see eye to eye.
But mom always had the upper hand,
And just to spend time with me you would work the day good-bye.
You taught me so much throughout the years,
Even being a girl I can do most things a guy can do.
You always said the clouds would clear,
And to your spouse always stay true.
Now there is no way to figure this ordeal out,
It’s already done and lasts forever.
Except to keep following the same route,
So that together we will be again, hell here on earth I will have to endeavor.
I pray that your memories and God’s loving grace will give me the strength that I need.