41. Memory
I go to sleep thinking of you.
When appearing is a dream come true.
The memory allows me to know you're still here,
I go to sleep thinking of you.
When appearing is a dream come true.
The memory allows me to know you're still here,
My mother passed away two months ago on November 4th, 2016. She was an RN for 45 years and knew a lot about cancer. She opted out of having chemo due to her knowledge and witnessing the...
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My tears are flowing freely.
There are many more to come.
Wave after wave my tears make a flood.
Very well said! I appreciate your transparency, which brings back my feelings when my own mother passed away.
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You are now amongst the angels,
Flying high above the sky
With your love still watching over us.
It brings many tears to our eyes.
Your time has come to leave us, Mum.
Dad called you back to him.
The ballroom floor is ready
For your dancing to begin.
You can't prepare for this:
the DNR in red letters,
last rites over,
the monitors off,
Dear Mary - your poem resonated with my experience of losing my mum (Sept 11) hugely. I'm so sorry we and others have gone through this. I was looking today for something to comfort me as I...
I reached out for your hand today,
only to realize you are so very far away.
I want to hug you,
With every beginning there has to be an end.
It's simple, so why can't I fathom it, comprehend?
No words can describe how much you are missed.
They are not in the dictionary; they simply don't exist.
Momma, I wish you could take me by my hand
And help me learn to understand
Why you had to go away
I needed so much for you to stay
So very beautifully written. I lost my mother 9/2/2012 to cancer. The grieving is sometimes too much to bare. We are never prepared for a loss like this no matter how old we are. How blessed...
You've gone and left me all alone -
All by myself - can't telephone.
In a world of days gone by,
I hope that some of you can relate,
It's those simple memories that you cannot recreate.
Picking up the phone and saying hello,
Or giving me the advice that only you would know.
When I die
Let everyone know--- I did try
I tried to be my best
I tried to pass a test
This poem spoke to me as a mother. I felt deeply connected by how the author adores her children and how she does not want them to be stuck in grief after she passes away.
She wants her...
There is this special place in Heaven that one day I will see.
It was built by an Angel, and she made it just for me.
She filled this place with happy thoughts, chapters of a life that have now passed,
Your strength held us all whenever we fell,
Your heart was made of pure gold as well,
Tough times don't last but tough people do
That's what you told me and it's so true
A horse on a hill
Past the old railroad tracks
Just up the road
From the broken-down shack