* In ten days it will be two years since my daughters murder, I think of her everyday sadly or with joy depending where I am in that day, but as the anniversary of the day my heart was ripped to shreds and my mind took a turn towards insanity comes closer, my thoughts and emotions are nearer to the surface, so I ask your indulgence as I become more maudlin and tire you with my grief.
Seeing your smile in this old photograph
I feel your presence right here with me
Feeling the love we shared so deep
Old letters and cards sent many years ago
Bring back sweet memories
For birthdays, Mother’s Day or Just Thinking
I am filled with a warmth and love.
These things are all I have left of you
They quiet my spirit and bring me peace
I remember the laughter and tears we shared
I wonder where you are now, heaven yes
But perhaps your spirit is here for I feel you
So many times near, are you here?
Are you the single rose among the weeds?
The Whippoorwill singing in the old tree
The wind dancing with the leaves or
Mayhap clouds of gray turning to a
Stormy sky or gentle cleansing rain
Revealing a rainbow of color when done.
Are you the butterfly that touched my cheek
the foggy mist reaching over the mountaintop?
Or the snowflakes falling today?
Are you the new puppy licking my feet
the kitten mewing in the bushes or
the flash of a rainbow trout in a mountain stream?
Your presence I feel in my heart
No matter the form you choose to be
You are with me and I rejoice
A MOTHERS' SORROW 