The sky was clear.
Air was cold, not yet
warmed by the morning sun,
on the day I came to visit.
I found you amongst the others.
Sat down beside you.
I spoke with you, telling you
about my days, but mostly cried.
Hoping you were listening.
That you heard me. I begged
you to give me a sign that
you were with me.
I wanted to feel comforted.
I needed it.
Instead I left in tears,
On the day I came to visit.
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Jeannie (
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It may take a little time, but trust me, they do hear you, and you will feel them with you. My own birthmother led me to her obituary and grave site in 2000.
Thank you. My mom passed away end of June 2000. It is a little crazy that both , you finding your mom and I losing mine. I've just had a rough 4 months and I just wanted to feel her with me that day.
In the beginning of my poems here, I have a poem I think you'll relate to. It's called "This is Not Good-bye".
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