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II. Grieving Mummy (1/3/2014)

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Poetry from 2014

Grieving Mummy
by Elizabeth Van Cleve (January 3, 2014)
 

Couldn’t talk to you
in your final seconds
Couldn’t talk to you
in your final minutes
Couldn’t talk to you
in your final hours
Couldn’t talk to you
in your final days
Couldn’t talk to you
in your final months
Couldn’t talk to you
in your final years
but I talk to you now
 

Maybe you couldn’t hear me
in your final seconds
Maybe you couldn’t hear me
in your final minutes
Maybe you couldn’t hear me
in your final hours
Maybe you couldn’t hear me
in your final days
Maybe you couldn’t hear me
in your final months
Maybe you couldn’t hear me
in your final years
but please, be listening now
 

I miss the you that you wanted to be
I miss the you that believed in me
I miss the you that lived for fun
I miss the you that loved everyone
I miss the you that smiled so bright
I miss the you that sang in the light
I miss you mummy; I miss you
I miss the little girl that only I knew
 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My mum died on November 30, 2013 at 1:30 in the morning.  She battled Alzheimer's Disease.  She starved herself before she completely forgot who she was and those she loved.  We were estranged in her final years, as she battled depression, unable to forgive herself for not feeling strong enough to protect her children from evil.  My mum desperately wanted to live in a world where there was no pain.  I hope that she has that now.

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I dream awake and sleep in peace.

I walk alone and run beneath.

I think too much and sleep is brief.

I keep to myself and give no grief.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this when i was sad or perhaps regretful long ago. Please don't be shy to leave a comment. 

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