Just shy 3 months
Dwelling where I have no place
This day with you and your embrace
Where sorrow comes to hold my hand
Like child today this broken man
A hug of sorts floats through my arms
The peace of you that was my calm
Though of age I too became
My loss of you things not the same
At Eighty two life yours was good
The many things your heart withstood
What ailed you then now is no more
My missing you keeps things yours stored
First born son, just one of six
Children yours who less don't miss
Mother dear, I felt compelled
To say I love you, to kiss and tell
Though far has taken you away
These days of old have gone astray
I still keep your voice right here
Inside my cell when I need hear
Your voice, your words still held to dear
My loss of you will disappear
Saved for one more tearful day
Hearing what you'd always say
God bless you, call me today,
You're need to know that I'm okay
I miss you mom
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