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Mother's Gone

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John Yaws
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0 posted 05-13-2000 11:27 AM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws

Sentimental journeys-
Serve a purpose I suppose…
Retaining thoughts of Mothers-
In poetry and prose.

But holidays are dreary-
If they must be spent alone.
Tomorrow’s just another day…
For, friend, my Mother’s gone.

There were times when I was younger
That we used to laugh and play…
But I watched the years and drinking
Take all her joy away.

That hope which springs eternal-
For my Mother slowly died…
It may have slowly leaked away…
In the many tears she cried.

Eighth of August, Eighty-eight,
Was when the phone call came…
The ninth of August was the day-
We buried her in shame.

I’ll buy no flowers for her grave-
Nor will I weep and moan…
Miss her? Why! of course I do.
But, friend; my Mother’s gone.

© Copyright 2000 John R. Yaws - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 05-13-2000 11:36 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

It's a sad thing when we lose the ones we love to death, be it suddenly or slowly over time. My Mom died July 28, 1969, a month after I graduated from high school. Life doesn't always seem fair at all. Why do some have to bear burdens so heavy? That's just one question I'll never have an answer for, not in this lifetime anyway...I long ago stopped going to the grave, not that I don't love her and cherish her memory but to me, she's not there in the earth, her essence, the soul of her that made her Mom.....I can totally relate to how you feel. Now I concentrate on my mother-in-law and my daughters on Mother's Day. That's what gets me through the pain, I think. This is a very touching poem, John.

Denise
JamesMichael
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since 11-16-1999
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A very touching and well written poem gunslinger...I have felt similar feelings on Christmas...when my wife took my 3 boys and left a few days before Christmas and I had no idea where they were and as I looked around me I saw so many happy people enjoying Christmas and for me spending it alone and not knowing where my family was was one of the worst days of my life.  James
netswan
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3 posted 05-13-2000 04:38 PM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Gunslinger -----Sorry 'bout your mom.
Well written poem - brings tears to my
eyes  - this poem brings many thoughts
to come out about those that died and
those that are still alive.

netswan


 
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