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Sep 2013
Mom
MOM

Where have my memories gone?
We were out playing on the lawn.
I struggle for any memory other than that day.
Nothing comes to me except them wheeling you away.

There you were lying dead on the floor.
We could see you through the glass in the door.
We thought you were sleeping and fell off the bed.
It never occurred to us that you were dead.

Why did you leave us all alone Mom?
That morning everything seemed so calm.
There are so many questions I want to ask of you.
You were erased from our memories as far as everyone knew.

What would you say was your favorite food?
What kind of music would calm your mood?
What was your favorite color or even your favorite flower?
Which Bible verse had the most power?

What color was your natural hair?
Would you have fun and take a dare?
What color were your beautiful eyes?
What were your favorite things to buy?

The list of questions I have goes on and on.
They run through my mind from night until dawn.
I wish I could come up with a memory of you.
Other than seeing you dead, and being wheeled away, too.

Why did you abandon us on that July 4th day?
Leaving us with Dad thinking we’d be okay.
You mentioned you were despondent and hated who you’d become.
Without the comfort of your touch-we had all become lonesome.

Oh, what I would give to have you here today.
So much has happened and there is so much I want to say.
It’s been a lonely, rough life for me if you only knew.
I wish I could give you a great big hug and say I love you!

Please watch over me from above.
All I want is to feel your love.
Keep me close and in your heart.
No one will ever again keep us apart!
My mother committed suicide on July 4, 1967
Written by
Tim Gronek  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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