For Mom...

Mom, it will never be the same however hard we try, to live the wy we used to when you were around. I'll never laugh with the same satisfied laugh I used to have when you were around. And the way you had a contagious laugh that I will never hear again; that same laugh I so much tried to copy while you were still with us; the way I had fun practicing it, and now the practicing is over now I can't laugh with you... and it hurts me. Do I make you proud, mom, so far?

As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Mom's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing she was there,
Making her proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, motherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Mom, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Mom, say you're still proud of me.

All around they stood
with tears in their eyes,

the last thing they could do
was say their last goodbyes.

The little boy was crying,
he was but only six.

He couldn't understand
what he could not fix.

Did you lose your Momma?
The three year old said.

The little boy replied,
Yes, I think she's dead.

As they wiped their tears
and found their toys,

reality went away,
they were back to being boys.

Everyone watched,
some cried more tears,

A motherless boy
was one of their greatest fears.

You can never replace
a mom once she's gone.

Why did God do this?
It seems so terribly wrong.

If there is a point to this,
I hope it comes out,

because no one should grow up
wondering what life is about?

Every time the moon beams,
It brings me closer to you as a dream

Rosy cheeks, air complexion,
Dazzling in fashion, love and passion

for the things you did in style.
Aura of your bright face.

The charm and the grace,
Every tear bothered you, I knew no joy

Until I was in your cozy embrace.
You taught me love and care,

You were my precious gem so rare.
You held my hand for a while,

but you hold my heart forever.
Your lullaby made me sleep,

But now those memories make me weep
I want to be your little boy again

Can you make this happen?
O, My sweet mother

You calmly went without a goodbye
I promise to see you in paradise

You are forever engraved in my heart

It has been a year that we lost you
But it seems like a lot longer today.

I miss your sweet, beautiful smile and
Your kind, loving ways.

I miss the quietness of your presence
And the love you've always shared.

I miss your encouragements and Faith.
Your belief in me because you shared.

I thank God for giving me such a
Sweet and wonderful Mother!

I knew through the years
There could have been no other!

I listen for your footsteps in the hall
And look up to see you in the room

I want to hear your greeting and
I smell the fragrance of your perfume.