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'How Do I Say Goodbye?'The answer to the question asked within this new poem's title, Is one I cannot fathom; one I cannot muster, For how do I say goodbye to my own dear wonderful mother, The one who gave me life itself in all its awesome wonder. ***** The road I now stand upon is rocky; filled with black holes, They were not there before she passed; before her shadow left her, I stand in wait with eyes tear-filled; my heart still trying to beat, But how can it keep me strong; keep me standing on my feet? ***** In the course of time her life was long, and so I celebrate, But the years she lived have passed too fast, as if without a trace, And those now left behind, like me, now seek to find a purpose, Of why, or how, and what could be if remaining moments were in surplus. ***** Dear Mother, on your path of grace, and blessed glory, Please think about your children who are left to tell your story, But a happy ending can not be, regardless of the plot line, For you're not here to hold our hands, and assure all will be fine. ***** Why did you leave, you left too soon, so much is left undone, I cannot cope, how can I see when tears have blocked the sun? My breath is gone, I do not know the way to smile, or when, Until your soul can take the time to touch me once again ... Until then, how do I say goodbye? Rusty Blackwood © 2015 ~ The title of this poem is self explanatory. It is one of the hardest - if not the hardest - I have ever written. I knew her passing would be difficult to accept, cope with, and endure, but I never knew how hard it would actually be. My mother had a very long life, ninety three years, and she would have seen ninety four had she lived three more months. But time is not promised to anyone, and I am thankful for the amount given her, and my time with her to have shared it. She was an amazing woman, and to me, a stalwart, guiding light. I will never forget her, and I will love her the rest of my days. ~ R.B. 'Norma Irene Webber-Beecroft. December 25, 1921 - September 18, 2015' RIP. > All Rights Reserved by Author < *** 'Waltz Across Texas' was my mother's favourite melody. In her honor, please enjoy it here. *** Vote for this poem
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