In the lonely shadows of the night

I sleep...only to wake to memories.

Lost from my life is a cornerstone.

A cornerstone that I called Mother

No more can I touch her face

Or laugh at memories of what once was.

For never again will I hear her voice

Nor be able to say -- "I love you."

It is very lonesome in this span of time

Such a private thing, a weight called sorrow

I weep in silence, as if a child again.

I...long an adult, seek the security of my Mother

Her departure felt like a deep well of pain.

Some days I forget and know grief fades

I never got to say good-by. She left too soon.

© Vickey Stamps

May God's Angels on your headboard, wrap you in their arms and protect you all your life through.

author unknown