My inspiration to start writing poetry was my Mom. She used to write poetry all the time, until about two months before she died. 2 years ago on Mother's Day, she had written a poem... so I wrote a follow up to it. Below are both her poem and mine. Mother's Day was written by her, Mother's Day Pt. 2 was written by me.
Mother's Day
The strong wind blows outside the window,
And home is so far away,
You're gone, you left me in this place where demons roam,
It's the price I have to pay.
The dark blue sky weeps tears of fear,
The trees stand guard and see,
A woman writing all alone,
Lost in her misery.
Look closer still, and you will see,
A little girl wrapped inside,
Afraid to run, afraid to stay,
So inside, petrified, she'll hide.
Tomorrow is another day,
Where mothers celebrate and give praise,
But this Mommy sits alone and cries,
And dreams of better days.
The woman writing all alone,
Dreams of her girls far away,
Kept safe in her broken heart for now,
On this very sad Mother's Day.
Mother's Day (Pt. 2)
She sits alone up in her room,
Talking to the walls all day,
It's almost been 2 years now,
Since her mother was taken away.
Now it's Mother's Day again,
All her friends are celebrating,
All the fake smiles in the photos they post,
She finds their masquerade frustrating.
When they ask her how she's doing,
She'll tell them that she's fine,
None of them see her hidden tears,
For she isn't worth their time.
She enters the closet quietly,
She's alone, without a doubt,
She gives the urn a gentle kiss,
And then lets her tears pour out.
"Gone, but not forgotten",
Is what everyone loves to say,
But please give her daughter some consolation,
On this very sad Mother's Day.
