I keep calling my mother's voicemail,
though she’s been gone for months,
to hear her voice again
I consider leaving a message, but don’t
I will though, but not just now
Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow
Even with loss in bloom,
I’m sure I’ll be stronger soon
Maybe I’ll think of something to say
when the memories aren’t crashing in all around me
It’s just a simple message to leave
You’ll be there one more time for me
so we can talk about how we’ve been
here among the ashes
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2021 11:29
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Thank you, Michael. You provide a touching portrait of grief and loss very real and personal, not abstract or clinical.
Always appreciate your visits Dave - thank you!
Fine emotive words Michael, she will be forever with you.
Andy
Thank you Andy.
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