Mothered’s Day

To all those who mothered,
Whether yours or theirs,
Whether for years or months,
You were still there,
And that you gave your motherly touch
Is all that matters.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Mourning After

Days passed
Since that one night past;
Morning after was hard to bear
Until nothing was left to bare;
Your voice I can still hear,
Though you are far from here;
But I continue to wait,
As I carry the weight,
Knowing you said bye
That I can’t buy.
“I am always by your side,”
I heard you sighed.

Mourning Glory

Image: Pixabay

Start of a new day,
Feeling like a stray,
Still mourning after,
No sense of next chapter,
My tomorrow
Scheduled for more sorrow,
Tremendous, glorious,
Hideously piteous
Pain sustained,
Until I’m drained
Of life itself,
Only then will be true farewell.

Devil May Care

The clock struck midnight;
You waited too long to leave,
and overstayed your welcome.

You’re now in my yard,
To greet the trick or treaters,
Oh, my little pumpkin.

Rules were laid out,
To go before 12 o’clock,
Or you become my jack-o’-lantern.

Yet you laughed,
Told me to chill,
Now your turn to be still.