It hurts mom, it really does,
and you did warn me that it could cut
like a knife, and you did say it could
kill like a thief in the night.
It hurts mom, I wish you are still here,
to soothe away the pain, when it starts to bleed,
to whisper in my ears, that hush, my baby hush,
my love for you will ease all that you feel.
It hurts mom, it does,and today is Mother's Day,
can't you come back and just stay, please tell the
Gods that I need you here, a sigh, a heartbeat, a
minute, a moment, that you're with me.
And I promise them, I'll be Okay
I felt this mom,once or twice in my life,and I thank God you are around to wipe my tears away.And that your poems are here to remind us that living is feeling.