Dear Mama, walking and thinking of my childhood days,
waves of memories crashing in, as I hit replay.
You're in every scene, appearing with the morning light.
I can talk to you, even though you're far from my sight.
I wish I could stop these tears escaping from my eyes.
I am grown; it's the heart of a little girl that cries.
Fragments of memories, they seem to spin 'round and 'round
as my heart travels through a familiar stomping ground.
Dear Mama, falling leaves of memories scatter my path.
Start of a new season, running from the grief and wrath.
I hear echoes of footsteps; I'll never be alone.
Your path will be ably tended, never overgrown.
I found your paved path; it's clear, as far as I can see.
Each step a bit easier; you left your shoes for me.
Dealing With The Loss Of Your Mom
My Mum passed on the 8th of December 2018 by a road traffic accident. I never got a chance to talk to her about anything and at least to apologise for everything I made her go through because...
My Mom's Shoes
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2017 with permission of the Author.
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