Behold, the thoughts that were subdued awoke,
Little broken fragments of the memories we made,
I tried to avoid them but they seemed to evoke
A gnawing emptiness that left me dismayed.
The media was flooded with mothers' day posts,
Pictures and smiles of all the happy folks,
I had no pictures and the memories were ghosts,
Ghosts of the memories I held onto the most.
The years have been lonely since I realized you were gone,
Most days it helped to know that someone's watching from above,
It's hard but I can't give up so I'll push on and on—
And believe that you're watching and sending down your love.
Today I took some time to reflect on the times we had,
Although the years will come and go most days will be good or bad,
It's a pain that you had to go but there's a purpose that's what they say,
So I'll keep going and till we meet again, have a happy mother's day.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
