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To my mom- I remember that day, I was so little The horizon went on forever when we walked down a sidewalk to the nearby cemetery. (not a sad place) With grass crunchy And a blanket picnic. I told you about giraffes- under the hot sun, in the blouse you had buttoned. Or that other time- searching for a new house, way far up in Maine. Driving home on the highway we sang and there was nothing terrifying to tell. The lights shone- passing cars- that world was ignorant (bliss) I told you simply How joy felt. That moment. You smiled. There’s this dim memory Water slapping against The old boat’s hull, your comfortable song- the lullaby. (I sing it, to myself now when I can’t sleep.) We went together- countless doctor’s appointments. You held my hand and wished I was okay- when I wasn’t This new you, I see it every day. And I hope that some time I will walk through the door to a hug and a kiss, and my mommy will be back. Because I am all alone without her here. And I miss her more than anything. You had promised To set me free.
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
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To my mom- I remember that day, I was so little The horizon went on forever when we walked down a sidewalk to the nearby cemetery. (not a sad place) With grass crunchy And a blanket picnic. I told you about giraffes- under the hot sun, in the blouse you had buttoned. Or that other time- searching for a new house, way far up in Maine. Driving home on the highway we sang and there was nothing terrifying to tell. The lights shone- passing cars- that world was ignorant (bliss) I told you simply How joy felt. That moment. You smiled. There’s this dim memory Water slapping against The old boat’s hull, your comfortable song- the lullaby. (I sing it, to myself now when I can’t sleep.) We went together- countless doctor’s appointments. You held my hand and wished I was okay- when I wasn’t This new you, I see it every day. And I hope that some time I will walk through the door to a hug and a kiss, and my mommy will be back. Because I am all alone without her here. And I miss her more than anything. You had promised To set me free.
katherine-11
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
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