Mother Death Poem

The Death Of My Mom

My mom and I were so much alike. After she passed in 2019 I experienced many dark days. I found that focusing on our similarities was a way to honor her. I believe she lives on through me in many ways. I hope this poem captures that belief.

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A Horse On A Hill

Lisa E. Sheroan © more by Lisa E. Sheroan

Published by Family Friend Poems May 1, 2024 with permission of the Author.

A horse on a hill
Past the old railroad tracks
Just up the road
From the broken-down shack

I walked through the churchyard
In the overgrown grass
Alone with my grief
That old horse I did pass

He meandered up to me
No saddle to ride
Just a horse with no keeper
Now a friend by my side

We walked slowly along
Lost in sadness and thought
We traveled a path
To the stream I was brought

My mother's reflection
I glimpsed in the water
A moment in time
That we shared together

The lonely old horse
My friend for the day
Brought peace to my soul
In his quiet old way

A gift I was given
From a horse on a hill
A glimpse of my mother
In the water so still

The horse then retreated
In his slow, tired way
To his spot on the hill
His magic spent for the day

A horse on a hill
In my grief helped me see
The reflection of my mother
Was my mother in me



Ms. Sheroan’s mother and brother are often her poetic muses, though she occasionally explores writing creatively about life, love and nature. Ms. Sheroan enjoys sketching and gardening in her free time. She’s a fan of period romance movies. She lives in Indianapolis and is “mom” to her German Shepherds and beautiful...

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