Mom
Nurturer, caring and the giver of affection towards their child
4/20/20 the date
Sad of course I did not cry
tears spread to my cheeks
February tears.
Full blown sadness, in my head
Mind curated pain
Although it hurt a-lot, I can say that I learned from her passing.
She hurt a lot too. It was the moment that the droplets of taste-good water was produced from my eyes that I felt the guilt hurdle towards me.
Towards me the hundreds of clouds pounced on me
Bugged me, panicked and frightened me.
Sought to find the leverage they could pull
When she was in the house I was scared to touch her, as if I was harming her more than helping her.
Imagine how she felt?
The pain of being so lonely
through the journey of becoming nothing but what was found in the stars
She always was pretty but when nothing but star dust that was -
Left, left her sparkling in her vase (that hurts to look at)
As if looking disturbs
But you are there
Always
In
Our hears
Mother I wish you could sit here, with me
And so we could start
All over
again.
About the Creator
Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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