Saddened and filled with remorse, she stands at the grave
of the woman she calls, mother.
Her heart constricts as she realizes this once vibrant woman
now lies beneath the earth. The passage,
“From dust you came, to dust you shall return”,
drifts into her thoughts as she kneels before the small stone;
the only indicator that someone lays at rest here.
Tears spill upon her cheeks as she whispers,
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, mama”.
Reaching out she brushes her fingers, now numb from the cold
across all that remains of the woman who gave her life.
Her words, “I am here now” are carried away on the icy wind,
and she hopes to her mothers ears.
The snow increases swirling crazily around her dampened head,
leaving dark spots upon the stone as it lands and quickly melts.
She is all but oblivious to the weather as her mind travels back
to that long ago day, to the words that changed her life forever.
“Your mother is dead”.
With them came the emotional turmoil, anew.
She swipes at the tears streaming down her face then
places a kiss upon her fingertips and brushing them on the stone.
Rising to her feet she looks one last time at her mother’s grave.
She softly speaks, “I’ll be back, mama”.
With a heavy heart she turns and walks away.
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful
Its incredibly well done, I pale in comparison.
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Mom really does understand sis. But I do know the feelings you put in this write. Now that you're here you'll beable to visit her as often as you wish. I loved her as well. I'm guilty of not going often enough. We have each other. I loved here in my own way as you do in yours.
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Now my little darlin, you need not feel guilty. Mom knows this was the soonest you could visit. Very nice/sad write. I could feel your emotion.
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The regrets and the sadness are so vivid in these lines - sentiments well expressed here. Can easy put myself in this daughter's place and feel her emotions as she cries for her departed mother. I too would come back time and time again, trying to purge myself of the guilt at not being there before, trying to make amends. Enjoyed this poem, and the message it give to the readers.
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