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

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ABOUT THE POET:

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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