My Mother


The Last Hug

It is a memory that continues to provoke
The last hug
I didn't want that moment to end
But it is now somewhat forgotten

I cry. I weep. Then I begin to hate
Why? Please give me an answer
No

I am now a man. Without you, Mother
Do you not wish to see who I have become?
Because I resent no more
I just want to hug you again



Poetry by Richard Wilson
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Written on 2011-07-24 at 16:27

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
How beautifully sad this poem is

Stan
2011-07-25


shells
Touch is a powerful thing, tangible in the memory, you seem to have gone full circle and the longing for what you were left with is apparent.
2011-07-25



That all important hug..The cure all to our childish problems.. how we miss the warmth of a hug that is no longer there.

A very good and thought provoking piece.
2011-07-25



I relate to this; a very moving piece. It recalls 'The Living Years', beautiful in its simplicity. Stay strong.
2011-07-24