Poetry on Odyssey: Dawn
Poems about when you lose your mom in a difficult way and too early in life.
Poems about when you lose your mom in a difficult way and too early in life.
Season of Falling
Season of Falling
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As the weather grows colder,
our hearts begin to freeze and harden.
We grieve for those fallen,
and for all who are lost.
When the trees don colors,
and leaves begin their descent,
we mourn for the loss,t
hat alters our perceptions.
Loved ones falling, fading fast,
leaving the season,
with or without reason.
As winter approaches
our world is irrevocably transformed
leaving hearts frozen, haunted by memories
Of the season of falling.
Mom
Mom
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My life was slowing to a stop
Missing every beat of her heart
"Where are you?" "How could you?"
Anger and rage consumed my heart
My life was slowing to a stop
Missing every beat of her heart
She is gone or is this not real
She was broken, she was weak
She was Mom
Brushing my hair, soothing me to sleep
Memories of a young girl, safe with her mom
Everything the same, yet now my world has changed.
The days pass slowly, questions lingering
"Where are you?" "How could you?"
No answer, no reason.
As I pick my head up and carry on
She will always be Mom.
Grief
Grief
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No one speaks its name.
A darkness that hungers for heart and soul,
anger and confusion that makes no sense.
The heart tenses, constricting tight,
breathless, throat closed.
Stalking you, calling you,
holding you tight,
forgotten how to breathe,
the pain numbs into darkness.
Slowly letting go,
slipping beneath the surface.
The depths of isolated pain,
tears become invisible,
there's no one else near,
grief wraps itself around you,
whispering, "I'm here".
Humanity
Humanity
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As the pain sears through my chest I am reminded of my humanity.
What makes me different from the world?
Every emotion, good or bad, reminds us we are alive.
Our humanity allows us the experience of great emotions but also deep pain.
Is the universal rule that without pain we cannot find happiness?
Is this cruel or simply life? Do we fault human will or our creator?
Are these our emotions or someone else's?
Innocence
Innocence
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As I watch my children play,
I wonder what I will say.
The truth or lie?
Will their innocence die,
Will the light outshine the darkness?
Not everything was bad,
I was loved, you made mistakes,
The pain will fade, the memories remain.
Laughter and joy,
As I watch my children play,
I wonder what I will say.
Your grandmother will always remain.
Pages
Pages
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Her comfort held in her hands,
Her home is where it takes her.
Covers of many colors,
pages of cream, ink carefully placed.
Her freedom, escape from reality.
They understand her pain, hiding from the truth.
She isn't strong enough to make it on her own.
People suffer, love that makes it through the storm, pieces glued back together.
Holding them close they are her lifeboat, her safe place.
Her comfort held in her hands, Her home is where it takes her.
Moments
Moments
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The world spins round
Yet we stand still
Observing the lost souls.
Wondering why?
Love and loss, pain and hope,
all the layers of life
Sometimes we forget,
who we really are inside.
Watching from within seeing lives unfold
Is all this pain worth what we are told?
Happiness, should we be so bold?
Healing
Healing
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I look at what has happened,
I will not understand.
Torn by the child within you raised,
The adult that feels betrayed.
You left us, the ones you loved
to face the demons you could no longer hide
I look back at my writing,
as my ink spills across the page,
there is only one way.
You were human.
An adult with mistakes.
And a mother that knew best,
healing is a journey; time is what we need
without you, time is all we have.
Mother's Embrace
Mother's Embrace
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As I long for your embrace,
only the kind a mother can give,
memories of you flood me.
I am left longing for more time.
The moments you held and kissed me,
Fixing my scrapes and bruises.
I find myself wishing and hoping,
As I long for your embrace,
For the embrace, only a mother can give.
That time has passed for us,
So I hold my children close.
Hugging and kissing them,
With the embrace, only a mother can give.
Leaving them with memories,
Hopes and wishes,
Fixing scrapes and bruises,
With the embrace, only a mother can give.
As I long for your embrace,
memories of you flood me,
While I hold my children,
With the embrace, only a mother can give.