my angel whisperer

losing my mom

on a stone it says ,tread softly here lies a dream
once she whispered and herself did dream
she made me who i am today

 although we parted all to soon
she made u feel like u could reach the moon .

 

so timid and gentle and careing too

all i wanted was to stay with you
but god took you from me one day

and i feel like i seem to have lost my way.

 

you couldnt hear what was said,

 but you always made sure that i was fed
so gentle and timid i remember your eyes

 some times a life that was full of lies

 

the hurt inside them as you looked out

always knew what folk were about
you went without for others too

and some of us hated what happened to you

 

why did u have to go so soon 

 i wished my life was in a balloon
floating carefree in the sky

 instead you left didnt say goodbye

 

so young that i had to grow up quick

you were always someone elses brick
you helped them out and got in trouble

 the life around you seemed like rubble

 

but my mother you will always be

because you are a part of me .
my life goes on though not always great

that day i lost my very best mate.

i hate it that you were taken from me 

 from marg and lyn and pete and ve

but in my prayers we talk quite often

 your my mom and wont be forgotten.

love you my angel whisperer.

Reviews

[Cal]

Pete your brother printed off this poem and keeps it in his brief case. He often reads it... It does bring a lump to his throat and a little tear to his eye....
It bring a tear to my eyes too... xxx

[SR Urie]

WW,
Great poem, my condolences. I lost my mom about fifteen years ago and it still hurts like hell. In Ringo's immortal words, " I want me mum. (Sniff sniff)" BZ