Mom

R.I.P. December 20, 1954 - June 5, 2010

Have I given up now
That you've left a hole
Punched into my life
Can never be filled again
In this way
There is no other to employ your absence
You were our strength
How do we dispense that?
Burdens new, we endure
It feels unnatural, this void
Yet, there's still something
I have yet to grasp
The burdens of your own life
Now dispersed among us
And your main role
Seems to anvil on me
How do I stand?
All we have now
Are more questions with emotions
Still no real closure
Through tears, free flowing
A plot, waiting for grass to grow
And your epitaph

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, this is so heartbreaking, my deepest condolence, your words are
a question to life and a realization, a testament to your dear mother
who is happy in spirit i am sure, I loved this poem, the grief and happiness
are an embracing attribute to memory. brilliantly expressed

[Kesha]

Wow what a beautiful poem! I wished I had written one about my great grandma who just so happened to die five days after your mom... what a wonderful women your mom must've been! And a wonderful poem for her!