I had written this poem when I lost my mother, 10 years ago. A friend asked me to post it and so I have. Someone told me then, time is the best healer. I had not believed it then . In fact, I hated those who said it, for it felt like they were saying that I would eventually forget and to forget seemed unforgiveable. But they were right…time dims your memory and the pain but not the love that one feels…

 

 

 

I see you in my mind’s eye,

Your smile, your anger, little glimpses flash by,

As if you were right there,

I know not what went wrong and where…

 

I close my eyes to see more of you,

Memories of the past, so fresh, so true,

It’s you I look for, among the rest,

Seems like yesterday, you looked your best…

 

Wish I could re-write the past,

Wish this hadn’t been your last,

Wish you’d know how much I miss you,

Wish I had told you, how much I loved you…

 

There’s nothing that I can mend,

For this injustice, who do I avenge?

Your absence hurts, stings my eyes and chokes my throat,

As I read over and over the last hand-written note.

 

To be with you, is all I want,

“Let go,  Move on”, a resounding taunt,

They watch me and call me naïve,

As in this sorrow, a deep chasm, I wish to dive.

 

Was there a stone unturned?

Was there an option untried?

A million questions, answer none,

The burden of acceptance, weighing a ton.

 

Alone, I must trudge forward,

Carrying you in my heart, I must not look backward,

Picking up the threads, that you left behind,

Your love, your teachings, will, us together bind.