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! ****'s & ooo's