They said she is gone, I did not believe,
To painful the words for my mind to conceive.
I walked behind horses, followed by masses,
Now all I have left in my hand are your ashes.
I cannot accept it; I know it is fate,
So I write down these words to open the gate.
For the tears have to flow, and the wound it must heal,
I have to embrace in just how I feel.
Rejoice in the joy that you were like no other,
Alive in my mind, my beautiful mother.



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Beautiful poem,great flow,heartfelt.I've written "A mother's passing"which your poem reminds me of,although yours is far more personal as my old mum is still alive and well.I do enjoy your style and poems very much.


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