Mothers are always with us, Pat....not a day goes by that I don't feel my Mother's presence...see her face in my mind's eye.... This is a very touching poem....one that I GET every single word of!

Hugs,
Anna

This poem is amazing :) I love the darkness that seeps from it, and you turning your back on your god.

I see you, pat, between 'surely-god' and, 'I fear', me. Outstanding
write. Enjoyed.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Pat, you have written a very personal poem that flows out of your heart.
Be careful what you believe
Your very vulnerable to Satan right now
God would NEVER abandon you
He maybe allowing Satan to sift you.
I have not lost a parent so I personally don't know what it's like
Blame God?? Blame yourself?? Blame the world?? Call for help??
If I had the answer I would share it with you.

I'm not able to be smart enough to know if she can see you or not, Pat, but I believe she is around you. I never believed anything like that before my wife died two years ago last February 9th. Two days after she died I was sitting at the computer in another room and my little dog Nipper, or The Nipperdawg as I called him, was with me lying at my feet. Suddenly I heard Dottie's voice say, "Darlin'." The Nipperdawg heard it also because he jumped up and looked at me. Stunned, I got up and went into the living room where her favorite recliner was and where the voice seemed to come from. The Nipperdawg was right behind me. Of course she wasn't there. I walked past the chair and opened the door and peeked outside to see if someone had walked by and made a sound, but I knew they hadn't. The Nipperdawg didn't move from the front of her chair. I finally went back to the computer, but The Nipperdawg stayed in front of the chair for a long, long time. She was there. She called my name. It never happened again, but it happened then.

This is profound, Pat, and it reaches so deeply.
She can see you, she can. And because I can say that and mean it...maybe...I can believe that my own mother sees me too.
Love this one. Need this one. Thank you.
Christine

I feel sure that she can see and hear you, know of your tears and sense how much you miss her; it seems that Mother's just seem to always know. A lovely work of art; a gentle tribute to the Mother you miss. I shed a tear over your poignant words, Pat. So tender.

Joy L. Hale

I bet she is watching you right now. I think this was a powerful writing of tribute to your Mom.
Peace
Tony

All I can say is...Wow!

Cheers,
Dan