This is how I think about my mother who died ten years ago. I bottled it up as an 11 year old, and I can't seem to let it out. I even go so far as to say mother sometimes instead of mum because it's less emotive.


Trying to remember

I struggle to remember you clearly,
it's like describing a dream,
and all the memories I thought
were there, are just superficial.
A thin canvas on which i paint
vague memories of you.

I'm scared that if I push too hard,
the walls will come crashing down,
so I tiptoe, hoping you might be proud
of me, but not really thinking about it.

This is as close as I can get,
without thinking about you,
I see myself,
blank faced and serious
thinking this is enough,
and it is,
for now.



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Written on 2011-09-12 at 03:14

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