Missing You

Mom,                                                                                                                                                                                            

Dawn is almost here. I recall the times when you shone my morning with your delightful charm. Hearing the clings of the dishes, the claps of the windows. Listening to your voice, swaying the morning away. The gentle care of your setting us out for the day

Mom,

The sun is arising from her sleep. I saw your face in the light, smiling over your shoulder. As you said good morning and got me my morning cup. Filled with sweet and loving care, that would guard my little steps of the day

Mom,

The sun strikes hard on my skin. I remember walking those hot harsh path with you. I saw your struggling face in sweat and tears. Yet the smiling faith was there all the way. And you would end the day saying grace to the Lord

Mom,

The sky calls the sun to set. I walk this path alone without you. I shed these tears in pain and emptiness. I call out your name but you don’t answer. i ‘m down on my knees but you’re not there

Mom,

Please tell me now. Where do I go when this pain rushes through so strongly. How do I answer when my heart asks why, when do I have the chance to hold you again. What do I do to win you back

Mom,

Please help me understand. Why this pain  still deeply cut after all these years. Why this heart never finds any settlement of losing you. Why these tears never stop. Why these paths should be those of mine.

Mom, people may come and go, days may rise and sink, tears and laughter may rain down every now and then, but this house I’d built would never come to its completion for the guest of honor had left the stage and never turned back……………….

sylvia07 sylvia07
36-40, F
Feb 15, 2010