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At what point can I call myself a poet? If I could fully articulate what and how I felt   at the moment when I watched my mother   slowly slip away from me and this world If I could completely convey the oppressive sense of loss   the helplessness, the hopelessness, the loneliness   the shocking realization of irreversibility, the finality If my words could make you feel the draining of my soul   the relinquishment of having even an instant in the future   when it seems that all is perfect in my world If I could construct a phrase that could relate the emptiness   behind the grief that comes with knowing that no longer would   birthdays and holidays be wrapped in her joy and infectious spirit If my poem could shout out to you the overwhelming regret   that accompanies the inability to hold her, to kiss her, to say I'm sorry   or to tell her just how very much I love her ever again If I were truly able to do these things   maybe then I could call myself a poet                                  Happy Mother's Day, Mom                                     I miss you & I love you!                                             xxx's & ooo's
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Maybe Then
At what point can I call myself a poet? If I could fully articulate what and how I felt   at the moment when I watched my mother   slowly slip away from me and this world If I could completely convey the oppressive sense of loss   the helplessness, the hopelessness, the loneliness   the shocking realization of irreversibility, the finality If my words could make you feel the draining of my soul   the relinquishment of having even an instant in the future   when it seems that all is perfect in my world If I could construct a phrase that could relate the emptiness   behind the grief that comes with knowing that no longer would   birthdays and holidays be wrapped in her joy and infectious spirit If my poem could shout out to you the overwhelming regret   that accompanies the inability to hold her, to kiss her, to say I'm sorry   or to tell her just how very much I love her ever again If I were truly able to do these things   maybe then I could call myself a poet                                  Happy Mother's Day, Mom                                     I miss you & I love you!                                             xxx's & ooo's
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
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