Even in death, we miss Mothers we loved so much that brought so much into our lives. This poem was written in emotion and love to my Mom, whom I still miss so much and love and realize her importance.
Mothers Day 2005
Mother's Day, and I still look for gifts for you, knowing you will never see them! I guess me seeing them brings with vidid colors, and buying them for myself brings some comfort. Childhood, emotions and even adulthood reaches one at some way in my mind. I guess scattering you among butterflies was not enough for me. But I still see and imagine your Butterfly wings.
Yet, hoped your Butterfly wings would be enough. I miss you so much, and my heart seems to break on this coming Mother's Day, as you are not here with me but only your memories. They say time will heal the wound of loss of parents, but it does not with me. Especially with you. All my life I wanted a special relationship with you, and for awhile, I had it. And you did too. We both got our wish, which makes it so hard for me, As I miss you so much, and wanted so much more time with you. And then you were gone. And with colors.
I want my tears to stop falling on days that remind me of you. Birthdays, Holidays. And especially Mothers Day. And yet, while I beg the tears to stop, I know they are important to keep in tack with emotions. As they are tears that remind me of you and Your love as a wonderful mother. I love you Mom and you are missed, and I am in touch.
In touch of all you said, gave in your life time, and expressed or tried to, to so many. Your dream of your words and wisdom are read, as you hoped, and were loved while read.
You said so much and reached so many, and all that read your works and words, know you spoke of truth and love and reached so many, just as you hoped.And important!Yes, you!
I love you Mom and on a day to day basis forever, I will think of you each day~I know now that years and tears concerning you and even after your death, I will never stop loving or missing you. And each and every year, while you are gone, I will never stop missing you or loving you. Never!
So, this is written to you and for you, as I love you and miss you. You gave so much to so many in your words, and No wonder I think of you of Mothers Day. As you were and will remain a wonderful mother. And missed. I love you.
I'm marvelled at this wonderful photo. You had sent this to me sometime ago for me to produce your heirloom poetry book. I wondered at the time how close a resemblance between this wonderful picture of your mother's and Meryl Streep. It is amazingly close. Do you believe in this world each one of us has someone who looks like us? Yes, I do believe in this.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2005
Sweet tribute to Addie, your mother.
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2005
This is such a tender and heartfelt poem of a wonderful lady that through this poem I too, have met.
A beautiful poem to a loving mom from her loving child. xoox (c:)
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I'm marvelled at this wonderful photo. You had sent this to me sometime ago for me to produce your heirloom poetry book. I wondered at the time how close a resemblance between this wonderful picture of your mother's and Meryl Streep. It is amazingly close. Do you believe in this world each one of us has someone who looks like us? Yes, I do believe in this.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
A beautiful poem to a loving mom from her loving child. xoox (c:)
Thanks so much
Tracey