Many years,
You have been gone,
But my tears still get in the way,
Of seeing the paper and pen,
Come together in one clear thought of you
So I write through blurred vision and muddled thoughts,
Of the person who brought me life,
Life not only as a human being,
But as an actual substance of life,
That was worth being created on your behalf
You were a strong woman,
So thoughts of your life ending way too early for my liking,
Never entered my mind thoughts,
Even when I knew the inevitable, that your being wouldn't be here to share with me anymore,
In this world of uncertainty
Love one's dying is unkind to the living,
Because the living has to dwell the rest of their existence without...
But without is the catalyst for the living,
Because you know one day,
You will no longer be among the living,
You will be with the uncertainty of the dead
Why do people die?
Why do we all have to die?
We all ask, knowing that without dying,
Living wouldn't be such a precious gift,
A gift most of us squander one way or another,
Because we don't dwell on dying,
Yet knowing, tomorrow could bring life ending
It saddens me that life took away such a beautiful person,
Yet left so many not worthy of God's precious gift of life,
Still, breathe on this earth
Why I started this piece, I don't know,
Maybe because of an unknown feeling inside that just needed to be fulfilled,
And thoughts of you always fill me.
I didn't plan to wake up this morning with thoughts of you,
That would bring tears flowing from my eyes,
Especially after being brought up with your words, "men don't cry."
Yet I had to become a man to realize what you meant was men don't cry over life diversities,
But do cry over the tragedies of life.
Today the winter air is cold,
But the sky is crystal clear and blue,
The warmth of the sun shines through all things of flesh and material,
A great day to think about that special someone like you,
Who taught me what things are essential about in life,
And number one was the love of family...
R.I.P Mom
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