I am a person that has a hard time talking to people about my problems. My way of coping with things is through my writing. This is a poem I wrote after the death of my mother. My father had passed away a few years earlier. Her name was replaced by the phrase "A Happy Mom"

In September of 1955 - I was brought into this world,
A happy mom had given birth - to a bouncing baby girl.
Albert was just one year old - he is my older brother,
When the doctor happily pronounced - again, you are a mother.
Almost two years later through food and toys - and shoes and dresses torn,
Another child was brought about - my sister Gail was born.
We lived a lowly family life - but I thank GOD above,
Although we didn't have a lot - we never lacked in love.
Throughout the years of ups and downs - happy times and sad,
When my mother wasn't there for me - I always had my dad.
One day sadness struck me - like it never had before,
The father that I loved so much - stepped through death's open door.
Well, after daddy died - it was always one thing or another,
But, through all the stressful times - I was glad to have my mother.
There were many times we didn't - get along at all,
But every time I needed her - she was there when I would call.
One day I announced to her - I'd be moving far away,
And although she would wish me well - I knew she wanted me to stay.
After we were miles apart - we grew closer than before,
And even though I loved her - it seemed I loved her even more.
I would think about her often - her living room filled with clocks,
I looked forward to the phone calls - and our regular weekly talks.
I never will forget her face - her warm reassuring smiles,
And the time that I surprised her - and closed the gap between the miles.
We always had nice visits - and no matter how hard I'd try,
It was never an easy thing to do - to have to say good-bye.
The next time that I talked to her - she said that things were fine,
And then she'd tell me all the things - that she had on her mind.
Then one day came the shocking news - it cut me like a knife,
Almost deeper than the first time - another sad day in my life.
Now death has taken her from me - but when I feel like I can't cope,
I think about what the Bible says - about the resurrection hope.
A day when all our loved ones dead - will come back to life,
And have a chance to live again - in earth's new paradise.
I don't know just quite how they will - and, I don't know when,
But the one thing that I do know is - I will see her again.
One day we will happily be - reunited with one another,
In paradise, I will again see - My Father and My Mother.