Mother
Mom
Mama
Words so powerful
Heavy with emotion
Glue to every strength
A force that holds hearts
I should have been that
For you my child
I wanted to be everything and more
I wanted to be yours
Your mother
Wish you could have
Called me mother
Eight months
Was all you had
In mommy’s tummy
Every moment
I knew who you were
Every kick
I knew where you were
Every heart beat
I knew what you were
Wish you could have
Called me
Mother
Mom
Mama
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You’re writing is so beautiful. I just wish it didn’t come from such pain. I experienced something similar, though not anywhere near as late, and your poems bring me back. It’s scary reading your words, but they are so beautiful. A family member lost someone in very tragic circumstances and when I read your words, I’m reminded of where I was (for a long time) and where she is now. Grief is so frightening and so big. Years ago I got caught up in waves that were breaking just off the shore in Portugal. I kept being thrown around and I couldn’t tell what was up and down. I’d catch a breathe and it’d happen again. It only went on for a minute or two but it felt endless. Every night felt like that, for a long time – like the grief was pulling me under and I’d never come back up. Keep going pet. I’m glad your mam was with you. You will make it through this, in your own way and your own time.
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Thank you so much for such encouraging words. Grief sort of like feels like drowning, you have those crazy waves that keep trying to pull you back in. You fight hard yet sometimes you just want to give in to those waves. Every single day that you get to overcome that, is a good day…
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