I Love You, My Angel.

For my mom.

When you were born, 
she cradled you in her arms,
musing over her precious child. 
It was the day she first told you,
“I love you, my angel.”
Yet you were too young to understand. 

When you were four,
you came inside
with a scrape on your leg. 
She was the first one to
scoop you up, and tell you
“I love you, my angel.”
Yet you were too careless to understand. 

When you were sixteen, 
you cried when you got home from school. 
She was the first one to
embrace you in her arms,
and tell you 
“I love you, my angel.”
Yet you were too foolish to understand. 

When you got married, 
she cried at your wedding. 
She left you a note
on your dresser that morning that read,
“I love you, my angel.”
Yet you only felt love for one man. 

When you turned 31,
she passed away. 
You wept at her grave.
No one was there to hold you. 
No one told you they loved you. 
It was you, and only you,
in a state of infinite misery. 

When your daughter turned sixteen, 
she yelled at you. 
A ghost sat on your shoulder, 
and whispered softly into your ear, 
“I love you, my angel.” 
It was then that you understood
what her love meant to you. 
It was no longer
misunderstood,
or foolish,
but her love rang in your ears
like wind chimes on a stormy day. 

Your last words to your daughter were,
“I love you, my angel.”
The room grew
loud with silence
as you slipped unconscious 
and your words lulled you sleep.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

7 stanzas! 7 stanzas! lol This is incredibly beautiful!! *Big Hugzz* I am actually wishing to not let go of this hug right now. : ) I have just shared a story with another poetess on here about my sister who died and the vacations we took to Maine before she passed. She would talk to angels, sometimes, and when she died, my step mom put them all over her house because she felt the need to get them!! Her dreams told her that she should. Kim never told her about the conversations and feeling the presence of them on a daily basis. My sister was the only one in my family that read anything I ever wrote and told me that the world will listen to me when they are ready to do so. This poem is so sweet and I fought it. I really did.... Me Macho! lol But, you welled up my eyes and once you had, I kept it there. YOU created it and I allowed you to affect me in such a way. I Love You in this poem, wherein I have been reintroduced to my emotions on such things I tend to not revisit, and you create from a heart that is both evident, and searched for!! I am selfish, but I have to say because it makes total sense in my head that I wish I knew you in my life. I don't think my life would have been so tough to manage or figure out its importance with words like the ones you share with me in this very poem about your mother!! Beautiful, Lauren.... This timeline that you have written is so extra special and my Thank You feels that it does not compare with what my sincerity actually means!! Wonderful write.... My heart goes out to you, easily, and without a boundary to mess with that. : ) xoxo -Your Mark