Mothers Beauty

Hi everyone,

As mentioned in my bio I also love writing poetry and have decided to share this on my blog so below is one of my poems.

I should probably give this poem a trigger warning as it does involve grief. Thankfully I haven’t been through this experience yet but when writing poetry I like to imagine myself in the other persons situation and think about how I would feel and I hope you all like it.

Mothers beauty

Here I am playing with my toys

Trying to block out a devastating noise

All I heard was a loudness, a commotion

Devastated to know it was my mothers final motion

Still was still, she was gone

From this world she had departed from

A hole had developed in my soul, in my heart

A pain that was clearly tearing me and my family apart

I had never felt such pain such emotion

Only too late I had realised a mothers pure devotion

I long for her comfort, I long for a hug

In a shallow  grave she is preparing to be dug

Here I am trapped in grief

Knowing this pain is not likely to be brief

Witnessing her body is quite hard to see

On one hand wishing that it was me

I miss her, I miss my mum

Her face always shining as brightly as the sun.

I miss her, I miss my mum

The calling for dinner she had made wanting me to come.

I miss her, I miss my mum

I miss her looking after me as she had always done.

I miss her, I miss my mum

I miss talking about my problems to her which she didn’t shun

I miss her, I miss my mum

My immediate future looks so bleak, so blearily glum.

I miss her, I miss my mum

Wishing this heartbreaking damage could be undone.

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