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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Dear Mama
Where has she gone, that innocent child I used to know so well? Is that really her I spy Staring so sadly back at me? Dear Mama, This letter is for you Older and wiser now I may be But underneath it all, I still need you Who is it, you ask, that I cry for? When I cry enough for everyone~ Words alone are not enough To convey just how I feel Alone so many years now Standing alone in my grief~ I have tried to show a glimpse of my pain For others to understand,for me to learn to deal If you could only see me now To hold me and share in what I feel~ But.. Dear Mama You are so very far So very far away I know I'll never see your face, Hear your sweet laughter again And it hurts, and I weep,and I long to be Held in your arms once more. Where has she gone, that sweed child I knew She who whispered "I love you" in your ear Buried deep beneath this rubble of woman She that I can no longer hear~ Better and stronger now I may be But no one will ever know Who it is that looks back at me That little girl you loved so~ raw || truth |