A poem I wrote for my mom after she died.
2011-03-02 09:23:44 ET


I still need you
No matter what I said
You left me too soon
Now I can't clear my hear
This is all happening too fast
I wish it was me instead
I'm so sorry it had to be you
Who was lying on that bed
I'm sorry I can't remember
All the things you said
But I try my hardest
As I think inside my head
In my thoughts I try to run
But my feet are blocks of lead
This doesn't feel real
But more like books that I have read
I try to reach out to them
But they have already fled
To the safety of their own thoughts
Inside their nice warm beds
And because they have fled
There Is a part of us all that Is dead

2011-03-02 09:34:07 ET

Told you before but I like this one... very sad and touching

2011-03-02 09:36:14 ET

Thank you dear. :-*

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