Your absence unfurls like a dark
flag, rippling in the hollow air.
No card to write your name, no
gift to press gently into your
age-lined hands. Instead, an ache
sits low, steady, dull, in the
cavity where you laughed, scolded,
taught me how to live within
a world that forgets to pause
for grief. Mother's Day feels
like a field of empty chairs,
rows of silence where your voice
once stood tall. Happy heavenly
Mother's Day, I whisper to the
ceiling, to the cracks in the
dry earth. I miss you, Mom.
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gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the first Mother's Day without my Mom
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Comments3
A moving tribute. 🕊🙏🏻
Thank You
Most welcome Gray 🕊️🙏🏻
A poem of loss and missing it cries out. Well written
Thank You brother
Wow, it's my 9th. Ten years ago was my mother's last mother's day, and I miss her more than ever this year. Gorgeously rendered with superb imagery and a painful poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank You for sharing your heartfelt feedback
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