I listened to old messages on my phone
of people calling while I was listening or was not home
One call was from my mom saying 'where you at thought you were coming down
where did u go.She sounded so happy and wondered why I did not show.I had no
good reason I just did not want to go.I feel so bad fore in the next messages the pain
started to show. I would go see her she would not smile or cry, come to find out later
her extreme pain was the reason why.i took her to the doctor to disclose how she felt
not expecting the knockout blow we would be dealt.Sent to a hospice that very day
within a week my mother would pass away. I guess what I am trying to say is I really
wish I would have went that day.
MOM
I think of you always
your memory will not fade
I never left your side that night
and never let go of your hand
You were fighting so hard
tears flowing from your eyes
the pain was to much to bear
I told you not to worry I said I would be okay
I kissed you cheek and you closed your eyes
Then the pain was finally gone away
A poem for my mom who was taken to soon
My earliest memory is rather sad
I watched my mother die
Only memory of her I ever had
Through all the tears I cry
Some poems seem so hard to write
Will the pain never end?
Poetry to me is a spiritual fight
One that I hope to win
Most painful memory I can’t forget
One I cannot let go
It is a pain that I’ll never regret
Because I love her so
I don’t understand what a meter is
Or if I ever will
But I know that this truthful rhyme
Expresses how I feel
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