Mom

An empty void that cannot be filled

A type of wound only time can heal,

But never completely.

Is this a foggy nighttime illusion?

No, a harsh and ragged reality.

To only have one more moment,

One more tender embrace.

To once more see your gentle face

Your warming, familiar smile.

Maybe these are selfish desires.

For now you are in peace, resting

In a more magnificent, everlasting place.

Safe from this land of pain and sorrow.

Reviews

[Robin]

a heartsong for your mother

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

such tenderness in remembrance~ beautifully written hearfelt memorial~

[PaperHearts]

Wow! What a heartfelt write! This was definitely a rollercoaster of emotions, but you managed to explore each and every single thought and feeling in a really beautiful and subtle way. I loved your wording in this piece, and the imagery that you created as a result of that. The line "Is this a foggy nighttime illusion?/No, a harsh and ragged reality." was absolutely stunning! Great write,
~PaperHearts

[Jenna]

I really love this poem, especially the lines:

A type of wound only time can heal,
But never completely.

So true.

[poetic soul]

An empty void that cannot be filled
A type of wound only time can heal,
But never completely.

so true...and you wrote it with such innocence and simplicity...
totally loved this piece gurl!!!
kudos!!

:) Love,
Krishna