Compassion Poem
I wrote this poem for my wonderful mum who felt so very alone when my dad passed away. I wrote it to fill her heart with some sort of hope
She
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Sarah Blackstone
She got up this morning,
sun shining through the blind,
she took a look in the mirror,
and something crossed her mind.
You weren't there to see her wake,
she didn't see your smile,
for when she does she feels like,
her days are all worthwhile.
She went into work today,
kids running through the halls,
she looked at plans for tomorrow,
and is sad when nobody calls.
She got in her car to go home today,
on the radio she heard a song,
it reminded her of you,
and how hurtful it is you're gone.
She went out with a friend tonight,
smiled and wore a brave face,
for all she really wants in life,
is to have you in this place.
She gets a daunting feeling,
one which won't disappear,
what's the point in all of this?
what's the point when you're not here?
She went to sleep that night,
tried to prepare for the days ahead,
if she looks real careful,
you're there on your side of the bed.
Stroke her hair and tell her,
that no matter what life throws,
you have a love like no other,
in death it continues to grow.
She got up this morning,
sun shining through the blind,
she took a look in the mirror,
and something crossed her mind.
You WERE there to see her wake,
and she could see your smile,
and when she did she realized,
you're only absent for a while.
She closes her eyes and in the dark,
she knows she'll see you again,
the only thing that troubles her,
is not being able to say when?
For now she must be patient,
and one day her time will come,
and you'll be there to take her hand,
and safely guide her home.
sun shining through the blind,
she took a look in the mirror,
and something crossed her mind.
You weren't there to see her wake,
she didn't see your smile,
for when she does she feels like,
her days are all worthwhile.
She went into work today,
kids running through the halls,
she looked at plans for tomorrow,
and is sad when nobody calls.
She got in her car to go home today,
on the radio she heard a song,
it reminded her of you,
and how hurtful it is you're gone.
She went out with a friend tonight,
smiled and wore a brave face,
for all she really wants in life,
is to have you in this place.
She gets a daunting feeling,
one which won't disappear,
what's the point in all of this?
what's the point when you're not here?
She went to sleep that night,
tried to prepare for the days ahead,
if she looks real careful,
you're there on your side of the bed.
Stroke her hair and tell her,
that no matter what life throws,
you have a love like no other,
in death it continues to grow.
She got up this morning,
sun shining through the blind,
she took a look in the mirror,
and something crossed her mind.
You WERE there to see her wake,
and she could see your smile,
and when she did she realized,
you're only absent for a while.
She closes her eyes and in the dark,
she knows she'll see you again,
the only thing that troubles her,
is not being able to say when?
For now she must be patient,
and one day her time will come,
and you'll be there to take her hand,
and safely guide her home.
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So compassionate hence the category. I loved it. Fantastic work!
Bravo!
Elizabeth Submitted Dec 2008
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