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When Heaven Wept For Mom
When Heaven Wept
For Mom
It rained that day.
She said it would
her tears falling from the sky
as she left us behind.
But we didn’t know.
There was no warning.
No time to hold her hand,
no final words,
no last breath shared.
She was fine
and then she was gone.
Just gone.
The world didn’t stop,
but mine did.
Everything cracked open,
and I fell through.
How do you survive
when the one who made you
disappears in a moment?
How do you breathe
when the air feels cruel
for still moving without her?
Where she once stood so strong,
now there’s only silence.
She’s become our angel,
watching from above
but I want her here.
I need her here.
I wasn’t ready.
I’m still not.
Her absence is a wound
that never closes.
It bleeds in quiet moments,
in loud ones too.
It bleeds when I laugh,
when I sleep,
when I remember.
Now I walk through days
that feel too long,
too empty,
too wrong.
But I feel her
in the hush of morning,
in the ache of night,
in the echo of her laugh
that refuses to fade.
Her touch still lingers
in the corners of my heart.
Her love still wraps around me
like a memory I clutch
with trembling hands.
No matter where she’s gone,
she is here.
In every tear,
in every breath,
in every shattered piece of me.
I love you.
I miss you.
And I’ll carry you
forever.
