Letting Go

Found this poem I had written a while back. Didn't sound too bad. Tell me what you think.

 I remember when I still felt lonely, 
When Mother died.
I remeber when I was the only,
Passionate divide,
Between two worlds,
Of the life and the death.
Between two feelings,
That have never left.
Once in a while, you start to pack,
Her old gold jewelry and child-hood knapsack.
But her quilt will stay on her bed at rest.
Almost as if she had never left.

Author's Note

Found this poem I had written a while back. Didn't sound too bad. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Kelsey Desmond]

yea, greg. i no. i wrote it a long time ago wen i didnt really no how to write a poem, and i dont really like chaning it. o well. thanks for the review.

[Gregory Hill]

Very nice in the wording. Love the feeling it gives. My only promblem with it is the structure, It doesnt quite flow at some parts. If you read it outloud and slightly tweak it that should be fixed. Great poem :)

[Orlando Murcia]

Very heartfelt and beautiful
this was a great piece I can honestly say

Excellent job!

Keep writing

Orlando M