Mommy's Letter

Mommy's Letter

A Poem by Mary Swingler
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This poem is a monologue, by a deceased mother. She speaks through her letter. 972 words

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balmMy sweet little children, our lives have just changed.

I know right now, you are feeling sad and hurt all over.

I never wanted to get sick and leave you.

Remember what I always told you.

I love you all around the world and back again.

 

Mommy is not able to be with you for a while.

I know you are scared and confused and feel alone.

I will help you get through this painful time in your life.

  This is what we need to do.

 

I want you to know that you will feel my love surrounding you everywhere you look.

You will feel my love, as the sunrise says ‘hello’ to you every morning.

You will feel my love, as the soft breezes touch your face, sitting on the backyard swing.

When you see the pretty flowers in our garden, you will know how much I love you.

When you look up at the fun shapes the clouds make, you will know how much I love you.

 

Yes, my dear children, it’s OK for you to cry. You hurt all over. You don’t understand why.

I know how you feel; my grandma Sue died when I was seven, almost eight. I felt like there

 was a giant hole inside my heart, where grandma used to be. I felt so alone without her. I

cried because I missed grandma Sue. It takes time for that hurt to go away.

 

 

When you think about the things we did,

those happy times will be like good medicine for your heart.

When you got sick mommy and daddy gave you good medicine to make you well.

Each time you took the medicine, the better you felt.

                        It is the same with your memories.

 

The more you think about the fun times we shared, the better you will feel.

Your memories are good medicine for your heart.

That big hole in your heart that makes you hurt all over,

 will fill with love and joy every time you recall those happy times.

It will take time; someday that hole will be gone.

 

You will have a scar on your heart like me.

But like the scar on my arm, it won’t hurt.

 Have I ever told you anything that was not true?

You can believe mommy about this too.

 

Life is like the seasons that are always changing.

Sometimes these changes seem slow; sometimes they happen too fast.

Life is changing every day.

There are times when we are sad and cry.

There are times when we are happy and laugh.

There are times when we talk a lot, and other times when we do not.

 

One day, you notice another change. You will feel different.

When you think about a happy time we shared, you will notice something wonderful.

You will feel different inside. You won’t be sad or start to cry.

You will think about one of our happy days. My sweet children---- you will laugh.

 

When you are sitting quietly in your room, you might start to remember the days we spent

happily at the beach. You will feel the sand between your toes, and feel the water splash on

your face. You might even giggle at our sand castles that kept falling down. Perhaps you will

groan, the same as before, when the waves washed our castles away.

 

Do you remember the day the crickets got loose in the car?

Fifty crickets jumped around everywhere. They even jumped in my hair.

I screamed and waved my arms about, while you three just laughed.

We tried to get those crickets back inside the cups.

They were too fast, we only caught five or six.

Do you remember what happened then?

 

No one wanted to put those crickets on the fishing hook.

I grabbed one big, fat cricket, as I stabbed him in the side,

“EW” Some yucky goo ran down my hand.

That quickly put an end to our fishing plans.

The next year, YOU put the crickets on the hook yourself.             

Life changes my little children.

 

I remember, we sat on a big limb and talked about Jehovah’s beautiful creations.

We laughed about God’s sense of humor,

as we watched your kitten chase a little butterfly.

You will have those memories forever. You will make new memories as you grow up.

Your daddy loves you all so much. He will help you through this sad time.

He feels just as sad as you all do.

 

Think about the flower garden, around our home. When we watered the seeds we planted, the

sun kept them warm so they could grow. One day, tiny flower buds grew up through the dirt.

They grew very big and pretty, all summer long. Summer changed to Autumn and the days

became colder and shorter. The flowers were losing their color and falling away.

A few weeks later, those pretty flowers were no longer alive.

What happened then?

 

There was only an empty spot, where they used to be. During the winter season,

there were no flowers to smell or see. A big change happened the following year.

Tiny flower buds started to grow again. They were strong and

beautiful once more.  Think of the empty garden as your little hearts.

You are sad and cannot laugh. Your hearts are silent now, resting from the pain.

 

 

Just as the new flowers grew in the garden the following Spring;

happiness, hope and peace of mind will grow in your hearts again.

The big holes that hurt so much will fill-up with memories

and lots of love from family and friends.

Sometimes, you will cry and be sad; but not so much any more.

The day will come, sooner than you think, when we will see each other again.

Mommy loves you all around the world and back again.

 

 

 

 

 

© 2016 Mary Swingler


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Mary Swingler
Mary Swingler

Brooksville, FL



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