by Mari McKee
A poem about a mother's and child's love for each other
Nearly daily, I try to call you,
wanting to tell you something about the girls,
because I know how much they light up your life.
Your number still rings,
but no one answers,
and I disconnect wondering if I am losing my sanity.
I was filled with an overflowing joyfulness,
when my youngest told me she dreamed
that you were sitting next to me watching as I slept.
No one will ever convince me otherwise,
because I know the single blooming gardenia, your favorite flower,
I found in the dead of winter, was a sign from you.
My overwhelming grief has lessened over time
as I was told; however, my missing you
It greatly saddens me
that I will never know unconditional love again,
until I see you again.
So many questions that only you can answer
I never asked, thinking I had infinite
time with you.
Childhood memories have increased exponentially,
as I remember small, simple acts of love
I have become a better person,
because I want to insure a place in heaven
next to you.
I love you.
I miss you,
Happy Mother’s Day.