Poem: My Mothers Love©

My Mothers Love©

There is a grave on the side of a hill
It’s so quiet here even the air is still
But a warm soft rain begins to fall
Its been so long that even memories
Are hard to recall
I kneel down on the warm wet grass
Suddenly moments of my life come
Rushing at me so fast
I brush cob webs from the stone that
Bares your name
We are, you and I one in the same
Thank you for this life
Though at times it’s hard to bare
How much it would of helped
If you were there
When I lost you it was like
A long walk in a cold and dark dawn
You want to stop but you keep Moving on
I had never seen death in any bodies eyes before
How badly it hurts, right down to the core
You understand what the word final means
And all the petty worries, how silly they seem
I know you know that my heart is broken
Because between a mother and daughter
There is a language, though no words are ever spoken
Thank you for the gentle hands that cared for me
So much now I understand, with a woman’s eyes I see
You gave me life with all it’s twist and turns
You taught me lessons I’m sure you thought I’d never learn
You weren’t a perfect person and either am I
Because of your love
You make me try.
 
By Connie Hughes

Poem Written By Connie Hughes©