The thing I need the most,
is the smell of my Mommy's hair,
the look on her face,
that said she would always be there.
My mommy
she was my best friend,
but more than that,
my closest to the end.
The one that would never let me down,
or at least I thought so,
but that cold December night,
she let her self go.
She let us all down,
and I will never forget,
that voice on the phone,
and how hard it hit.
It was my own grandfather,
but he didnt seam to care,
but everyone else did,
and we wanted you to be there.
Then came Christmas,
my first with out my Mom,
and then my sixteenth birthday,
and then my junior prom.
I didn't know I could go on,
but I knew I had to try,
I have made it almost three years,
but everyday I cry.
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LilPadgesPrincess
A contest entry
- Shooting Stars and Eyelashes by bird-mad girl.
1000 points, ended September 10, 2007, 18 entries
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I'm sorry that you lost your mom, and I'm sure you've heard that a thousand times, but if I could say something more deeply, I would.
I love how this piece started out, and use of the word "mommy" it made me think of a little kid when your mom is everything. Then through the poem, you're growing up and mommy becomes mom. I really loved the transition there.
This was a very powerful piece.
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