This is the 13th Mother's Day that has come around since your life came to an end.
When you passed away, I didn't just lose a mother, I also lost my best friend.
We used to spend Mother's Days together but we can't anymore.
You went to Heaven twelve years ago when you were sixty-four.
You became a mother in 1967 when you brought my brother into the world.
I was born almost four years later and you incorrectly believed I'd be a girl.
An aneurysm ended your life and we buried you in the ground.
I can not enjoy Mother's Day because you're no longer around.
I'll join you in Heaven but I don't know when.
But it will be great when we're together again.
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randyjohnson71 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013
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a lovely tribute to your mother
A sad poem of loss and wonderful wishes for a mother missed.
Yours too, huh? Mine now over nine years ago passed away on the excruciating torture of cardiac arrest, and she was my best friend. Why this year seems to hurt more, I do not know, but am finding the ghost of solace in yours and another poet today's piece in tribute to his lost mother. You were the second while I was the first of seven and the only girl, my brothers all that's left of all we knew. Very beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a winsome, heartfelt poignancy which resonates. Thank you so very much for sharing.
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