Chain smoking sadness, slapped by time.
Winter doesn't freeze the pain.
There was one thing that
Mom wanted desperately:
It was to have a
picture of her
seven kids all together,
in one place,
at one time.
There was an age
difference of 23 years between the
youngest and the oldest,
and 1000 miles separating us.
In December of 1987
two weeks before Christmas,
I held a picture of
the seven of us all together.
I put it in the
right front pocket of
her navy blue blazer.
After the funeral,
we buried her with it.
Oh, Mom, I wish we
could have done this
when you were alive.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
You almost got me crying, I'm a sibling of seven, myself and my sibling's have never really seen eye to eye, we lost our brother Lee at the tender age of 25 and my mum when she was 64 I always believed she died of a broken heart. This poem means so much and has brought endless memories to me. 🌹 I wish we could have had that photo too. 💙
Thank you sweet, Teddy. Life can be brutal.
If only Thomas, if only.
Andy
Yes, for sure.
A sensitive write Thomas.
Thank you.
A tender write that fills in the surprise that it was done after her death at the end. Regrets we all live with them. Very nice Thomas
Thank you. Much appreciated.
That's the truth of life. Very touching.
Thank you much.
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