In my reflection,
My mother watches me from
Far beyond the stars.
Others see her born
Again in me; they hear her
Every time I speak.
But I hear only
Me, and I see her only
Once in a great while.
I wish I saw her
More. I wish she were here to
Offer counsel, or
Even just a hug.
I wish I didn’t have to
Seek her out in a
Photo or in a
Memory, and I hope my
Children will never
Know this kind of pain.
I hope they’ll never have to
Seek me far beyond
The stars or wonder
What might have been, if only I
Hadn’t gone away.
(c) 2015. All rights reserved.
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I thought this was beautiful.
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Thanks! I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately; holidays are always hard when your parents are gone.
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Yes, but there is so much of them here and with you to cherish.
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Too true. It’s funny what reminds me of them; sometimes I swear I hear my dad speaking through my lips. 🙂
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I have done the same thing!
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Glad to know I’m not alone! 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful poem ❤️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Aww. Your words moved me to tears, like… uhhh. ❤ A mother's love will never be forgotten. 🙂
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Wow! Thank you! I hope that’s a good thing. 🙂
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It certainly is! 🙂
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Woo! Yay! 🙂
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What a moving, moving poem! I cannot truly know the depth of your sorrow, but I can imagine it. I know you’ll be a wonderful mother twice over for your children, because your mother lives in you.
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Aw, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 I sure hope I’m a decent mother. At the moment I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. Hopefully that gets better after the holidays! 🙂
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