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Sometimes, a little girl still needs her Mommy and Daddy ...

Image (c) 2009, Karla Dorman

It's been nearly 20 years
since she's been gone,
my Mom.  I see her only
in faded memory and in
photographs, a little bit

of her when I look in the
mirror.  So beautiful, with
brunette hair and brown
eyes; when I smell L'Air
du Temps, I think of her,

because that's what she
wore.  She liked to clean
and cook; too bad I didn't
take after her.  I miss her.
Fifty nine too young to die.

It will be two years this
May since Daddy died.
I see a tiny bit of him in
the mirror, still hear his
voice, remember his

stories.  Six foot tall and
full of laughter, my big,
strong Daddy:  my hero,
who served his Nation,
him, and his four brothers

-- hard worker, providing
for his family.  Stubborn at
times:  got that from him.
When he died, it upended
my world.  What hurts the

most:  I didn't get to say
goodbye.  Sometimes a
little girl still needs her
Mommy and Daddy, to hold
her, to love her, to guide her.

(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (2/28)

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Reviewed by Cryssa C
I didn't get to say good-bye to my mom before she died either...and my son... I never got to see him with his eyes open, to gaze into their depths and read eternity on his soul... but the memories are what we have to hold onto.

Hugs to you,
Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
Makes me want to cry Karla. Thank you for sharing. Love and hugs, J'nia
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
I guess all we can do is cherish their memories, and keep them close, in our hearts.
Reviewed by Liana Margiva
VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
I can relate to this..Not with my Parents but my Grandparent..It's a hard one, hard to write, but with love you did much justice. Kudo's to you Karz xxx and hugszzz
Reviewed by Paul Berube
Beautifully wriiten, Karla.
Reviewed by John Flanagan
Just beautiful, Karla, a poem of shining honesty.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
yes, sometimes we do, as little gorls, just miss out parents, love to you!
Reviewed by Jon Willey
Karla, many of us don't get the chance to say goodbye -- a friend told me when his mother passed away, he suddenly realized he was no longer a boy and would have to grow up -- this work of yours comes from deep within your heart Karla -- peace and love be with you my friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle
Very sincere and well written. I think many people will ne able to relate.
With Love,
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
I didn't get to say goodbye either; that's what really hurts! Heartfelt write, Karla; powerfully and achingly penned! Well done; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
Reviewed by Holly Ibbitson (Reader)
Oh Karla, how nice it would be... in a perfect world we'd live forever and everyone would be happy & free. A heartfelt poem.
(Hugs) Holly
Reviewed by Georg Mateos
It would be so nice to have parents we can remember with fondness...


Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Your memories keep he and your mom alive permanently, and thats about all ya can ask for, don't ya think? Ed
Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
You've recounted beautiful memories, Karla...and I think, no matter how old we are, we still need our parents.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
He understood.
Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
A nice poem, Karla, commemorating your parents. My mother's birthday just passed and it brought back memories for me--although I don't need any kind of reminder to remember my mom and dad. Those happy memories reflected in your poem will keep them alive for you in your heart.
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