With every beginning there has to be an end.
It's simple, so why can't I fathom it, comprehend?
No words can describe how much you are missed.
They are not in the dictionary; they simply don't exist.
Every day without you is as difficult as the last.
In my head I am shouting, "Move on, stop living in the past."
The constant ticking of the clock as time moves by,
We don't stand still in time, you and I.
Even with that knowledge, I still stumble through,
Knowing this would happen, without any doubt I knew.
I struggle with the concept you are no longer here.
After witnessing your final days, death holds a certain fear.
I know you will be happy; it's what you wanted most,
To free yourself from a failing body, setting free its shackled host.
My Feelings After The Loss Of My Mother
Missing Mum
©
Mary V. Botten
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Published by Family Friend Poems January 5, 2021
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ABOUT THE POET:
Mary Virginia Botten has enjoyed writing poetry for many years and turns to it even more during difficult times of life. At ten years old, she was stunned when her poem was displayed on the classroom wall.
She is married with two grown sons and has lived in Kent (The Garden of England) her whole life. She loves writing, reading,...
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