this is one of most personal poems about my mum, in one of my down moments
Of crawling back into my small shell.
When my mind plays back,
Into the past.
My negative thoughts surround me,
Like a dark blanket.
My fears become of me,
Strip me down to my vulnerable soul.
Where I am reminded,
That I don't have her once again.
On a day that is supposed to be,
A celebration of mothers.
A celebration,
That my mum would've deserved in gold.
It's a difficult day now,
That she's gone.
Pink Carnations,
Was her favourite flower.
They will rest upon my papa's grave,
Where she rests.
A visit I will pay to her,
Through all my courage to speak to her.
I will walk up there,
Feeling so alone.
I will have everything on my mind to say,
To share with her in the heavens.
To feel some comfort,
To know that she's listening.
Although when I finally make my way,
I can't seem to remember what to say.
My throat feels so tight,
When I stutter over such small words.
I hope that she hears me,
Even though it's not much I say.
I close my eyes,
When I whisper my words 'good bye'.
Step by step,
I go through the yard.
My mind is so blank,
So confused.
I think it once again,
I want you back.
Poetry by Hazel
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Written on 2006-12-11 at 22:31
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Mothers day
There will soon come the time,Of crawling back into my small shell.
When my mind plays back,
Into the past.
My negative thoughts surround me,
Like a dark blanket.
My fears become of me,
Strip me down to my vulnerable soul.
Where I am reminded,
That I don't have her once again.
On a day that is supposed to be,
A celebration of mothers.
A celebration,
That my mum would've deserved in gold.
It's a difficult day now,
That she's gone.
Pink Carnations,
Was her favourite flower.
They will rest upon my papa's grave,
Where she rests.
A visit I will pay to her,
Through all my courage to speak to her.
I will walk up there,
Feeling so alone.
I will have everything on my mind to say,
To share with her in the heavens.
To feel some comfort,
To know that she's listening.
Although when I finally make my way,
I can't seem to remember what to say.
My throat feels so tight,
When I stutter over such small words.
I hope that she hears me,
Even though it's not much I say.
I close my eyes,
When I whisper my words 'good bye'.
Step by step,
I go through the yard.
My mind is so blank,
So confused.
I think it once again,
I want you back.
Poetry by Hazel
Read 908 times
Written on 2006-12-11 at 22:31
Tags Sadness
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