Missing Mom Poems

Thinking of you in everything I do;

gratefully, deep thoughts of you live on.

You are so missed- yet, promise it is true-

until my days expire and...

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The water ripples, the wind howls as the dock sways with the breeze.
The birds chirping, the turtles tanning, the leaves tremble on the trees.
Peace be...

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    My dusty box of memories
    can be compared to
         ...

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I'll wake up each morning,
A dull ache in my side.
I hear the room door open
And wait for you to come
Throw yourself on top of me,
A...

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The world tilts into a crescendo,
manifesting a lure of viral plague,
pervasive and fangs virulent,
sickening coquettish carnivorous creatures.

Why bother with their musings,
why care?

A question that reminds...

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Wanted to write you a poem for mother's day
yet with all the words I can say
nothing seems to be good enough
to express the love we...

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Precious moments are gone
tears of a crying soul that long
here today gone tomorrow
in the heart sorrow
reaching and touching your hand
a heart that felt broken
thousands of...

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Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep...

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An inevitable sadness 
looms up ahead
crushing my heart
and filling my head
it’s the absence of something
that’s causing this pain
the undeniable knowledge
that I’ll never see her again
my...

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When I knew no healing elixir and no cure
I never wanted to give you hopes
Yet, I lied, beautifully lied, giving hopeless hopes
Promising everything will be...

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Was I never enough or was I always too much? 
Or was I just right there missing your touch?
How could you break it through
Life gave...

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The months have past by so quickly that there isn't a day that dont go by, that I wish you were still here to get...

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Like a bird without a sky,
like a fish without a sea,
like a tree without leaves,
like a mountain spring that has run dry,
grief is the presence...

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The seasick ache
where you hold your breath
serenade in the mix of catastrophe
and the bottomless pit of emptiness

when you're

nails deep in your scalp
gripfuls of hair and...

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tears in ocean blue
missing Mom, boldly wishing
a white flower grows in the sand
a dove finds solace beside said white flower
i look at this in complete...

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