like they did

the 11th anniversary of my mother's death is this week. memories are swirling.

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my heart is coated with sweet memories

of windmills and wooden shoes

and those songs you loved to sing

but i've forgotten some of the lyrics now

and there's no one left to fill in the blanks

how i wish i could have stolen tomorrows for you

pain free ones

lately i spend a lot of time

trying  to turn up the volume on my memories

hoping to hear your voice one more time

i wish i could brush your hair again

play with the waves and then spray it just right

if only the breeze could lift my sadness tonight

as it does the dancing palm fronds

but one of my puzzle pieces is missing mommy

and try as i might

the rest of my pieces refuse to fit together

like they did when you were here

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I use to call my father every Friday at 8 pm. He left my world in 1996. Even today I want to hear his voice and talk with him. I enjoyed the poem shared dear Lydia. The people we love. A part of us. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

You totally understand, John. My dad passed in '94 and my mom was with me till 2010. I miss both of them terribly. Some days more than others. Thanks for the review. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Lydia.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Each passing year always feels like the first, doesn't it? The emotion is just as palpable whenever I sit and think of my mom, wishing I had more time with her. I've lost her scent, the sound of her laughter...but I think as I age, I can see more of her emerging in myself.

Hold tight to her, Lydi...she's there!

[Lydia Shutter]

We do turn into our mothers in many ways, Kelly....so true. Yes, each year I wonder when the pain will wane. Perhaps someday it will. The memories are precious. Thank you. Lydi**

[John the Baptist]

Anniversaries can be painful times, especially when they recall the passing of one beloved. These lines speak of remembered fragments of happy times together. Many are they who don't have memories such as these. Cherish them.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, I do cherish the wonderful memories and I know I was fortunate to have loving parents. Thank you, John. Lydi**