Mother Death Poem

Wound Of Loosing A Mother Poem

This poem is dedicated to my mother who I lost a few years ago. The pain never goes away

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My mother just died on June 16, 2015. She was in her 60's and she died of a heart attack. I never got to say good bye and I deeply appreciate this poem. I miss her with all my heart.

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© Leah

Published on June 2008

The Unhealing Wound

There is this wound it hurts so bad
it always appears when I am sad
No matter what I do it won't go away
it's in my heart where it will always stay
It appeared the day you left this world
and I was no longer your little girl
forced to grow up with you not there
to make things easy that I couldn't bear
I search for you every day
if I'm sick, sad, or just have something to say.
I'm jealous of some girls,
girls who still have their mothers
I tell them to appreciate what they have,
because after they are gone,
there simply is no others.
I have this pain that won't go away,
it makes me mad that you couldn't stay
No matter many years go by
there's still one time of day that I do cry,
I miss you dearly and this is true,
my wound will not heal until I'm with you

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  • by Gianna
  • 1 month ago

My mother just died on June 16, 2015. She was in her 60's and she died of a heart attack. I never got to say good bye and I deeply appreciate this poem. I miss her with all my heart.

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  • by Meagan, MD
  • 6 years ago

My best friends mother was killed by a drunk driver. She was the most awesomest person ever. She was like my second Mom. Now I have no one to call at three o'clock in the morning to ask if everything is going to be ok.
Then about two weeks ago my friend took her life. She was raped. She couldn't take the pain. I was there when she took her life. She did it in the bathroom. I saw the pain in her eyes as I tried to save her. But it was too late. Now she is with her mom, and one day I will be to. But not soon, I have to much ahead of me. but I will always live with the pain of loosing loved ones

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  • by Tracy
  • 7 years ago

My mother was brutally murdered 15 years ago and to this day there is not a hour that goes by that I don't think of her and especially miss her. Your poem touched my heart and the memories I had with my mother. Thank you and never forget the good times you had with your mother! Though she is gone her memory lives on (in You).

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