Mother Death Poem

Poem About Mom Being A Guardian Angel

I'm 17 years old, and my mom passed away last year on Mother's Day. I wrote a poem about her that I read to my 3-year-old little sister. I just want her to know how amazing her mom was.

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My loving mother, always there with your arms open, no matter what. A face that always smiled. Two eyes that would light up the sky at night, until that one battle you could not fight. The...

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Published: January 2016

Sleep now, my angel, and rest your eyes.
Mommy must say her last goodbyes.
Please don't be sad, and please don't cry.
Mommy will give you the wings to fly.

If you don't want to say goodbye,
Mommy will watch you and stand by your side.
Life is not fair, but please understand
Mommy's not far, I'm holding your hand.

I'll kiss you goodnight, chase monsters away,
Warm up your heart on a cold winter day,
Be the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair.
I'm never too far, I'm standing right there.

My time spent with you will long be a treasure
Of infinite leagues no ruler could measure.
Mommy must go, it's time to fly.
Take a deep breath and let out a sigh.

Live out your life and bid me farewell.
Find in your heart the strength to excel.
Your future is bright, you'll go far, my dear.
Don't get too sad, don't worry.
I'm here.

more by James P. Graham

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  • by Alonso Muniz
  • 8 months ago

I read your story, and it touched me deeply. I guess because like yourself, I didn't have your normal mother-daughter relationship. We were more like buddies. Other times I was the parent. Now that I've been facing my own death, it's changing in some ways. Sometimes it feels like we go backwards, but I hope things continue to get better and we grow. We are both ill now, and she doesn't live close by, so it's even harder. I've offered to her to move in with me and my husband, but I live in the city, which she doesn't like. Plus, I'm a smoker, even though I offered to smoke outside. I hope we can figure something out before it's too late. Thank you for sharing your story.

  • by Anonymous
  • 10 months ago

I read this poem a year ago, and I haven't had any experience quite like yours, but this is by far one of the best poems I've read. Although I do not relate, I just feel like this poem is caressing my heart. It's really lovely and has a calming effect to it. I really owe you. Ever since I first discovered this poem, I read it every time I feel down.

  • by John Rose
  • 1 year ago

My loving mother, always there with your arms open, no matter what. A face that always smiled. Two eyes that would light up the sky at night, until that one battle you could not fight. The day turned into night and day again. I knew soon we would be out of time. You fought so hard to stay with us because of the love you had and you didn't want to let go. My life was torn upside down. My heart broken into a million bits because the love you gave me. Then a glimpse of sunlight hit my face as a reminder of my mother's love. My anger turns into love for my loving mother as I remember the last days of her life, holding on, showing us the love she had for us. Her eyes glassed, not wanting to go. The Lord summoned her to his paradise, knowing one day we will meet up again. Until that day, my heart will always be thankful for what you had shown me and the love that you gave every day of my life. Your loving son, Barry

  • by RENEE Bauer
  • 1 year ago

I lost my sister almost 4 years ago. I then noticed my mom had been losing weight. We all thought it was because my sister was in the hospital for 5 months. Then she went home for a month. Then the angels came and took my sissy home. Three years later we learned my mom has cancer on her esophagus and stomach. Three days ago she found out she has 2-6 months left to live. She's ok with that for she's stuck on a feeding tube and hates it. She says, “I know all of you are and will be sad. However, I'll be happy and I will no longer have to live like this..."
She knows we all will be fine when she's gone. Especially me. You see, mom and I never had a relationship like momma and daughter. But the day she had to shave her head was the 1st day I've seen this strong woman. This is my momma and she has cancer. She's 75 and I just turned 53. All my negative and bad feelings for her are gone. We're learning to know each other now. I'm here with her 7 days a week and have to say I love you momma and I wanna grow up to be just like you.

  • by Jessica Malone
  • 1 year ago

Hi, I know exactly what you’re going through. Two years ago I lost my sister and nephew. They were shot over drugs. He was 8 she was 29. Not even a year later my mom died of an overdose. I don't know what to do with my life. It sucks, but my husband keeps me going.

  • by Jess
  • 1 year ago

My mum passed away and left 3 kids and 2 grandchildren.

  • by Ruth E. Lall
  • 2 years ago

It touched my ? and made me think of my mom who is not here and then again she is not far away. And I'm so sorry about your mom and hope your sister knows how much a mother's love mean.

  • by Hannah Abott
  • 2 years ago

This was so sad and I am sorry your little sister will have to grow up without a mother. It was a beautiful poem. I loved it, it truly touched me.

  • by Brittany Rivera
  • 2 years ago

I love this poem. Felt like it came from your heart.

  • by Vicky A. Brocato, TX
  • 2 years ago

Wow! You have"IT"! God has bestowed upon you a great gift, with the opportunity to make your Mother proud; your words are the direction in being a great poet, I feel you at a crossroads for what may be your first real difficult decision as a "MAN", you may be expected to function in some ways you feel you are not ready for; just remember you and you alone must choose which path to take. Anticipation is the act of looking forward, and in your case you should have nothing but pleasurable expectation for your future. (As a great writer and a wonderful poet) Your poem sunk beneath the surface of my soul; submerged, and honored with feeling your Mother; she also felt a mighty loss. The words dug in deeply, they sincerely showed the keen mental suffering you felt, with such an overwhelming loss; "This is Life". The gift you have been given is a chance, prospect; the road you choose will be the right one for your future. GREAT JOB!

  • by Rochelle Clayton
  • 1 year ago

Very well stated. A gifted and blessed young man he is indeed. What a touching poem!

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