that you'll be right there
sitting across the room
smiling at me
crocheting your blankets
and telling me jokes
bringing out the best in me
bringing out the best in me
but each time I look
there's an empty space
glaring, and taunting me
I still hang on to hope
when I unlock the door
and expect you'll be sitting right there
saying "your tea is hot, how did it go...
how pretty you look today.."
it's a stab to the heart when I know I'm alone
and Curly comes greeting me.
I still hang on to hope when
I think through the day
"can't wait to tell Madre,
she'll know what to say"
cause you bring out the best in me
you bring out the best in me
I still hang on to hope
as I sit alone...the silence it hurts
night after night
waitin for you to come home to me
cause you bring out the best in me
Madre, keep watch over me
RIP 9-5-2012
7 comments:
Such a nice tribute to your mom, Noelle.
I love this one, Noelle. Loosing mom has been one of the hardest, most painful experiences I've had yet to endure. I am glad we have the "Power of Three". I love you.
Beautiful! I can't imagine what you're going thru. But, your Mom is definitely at peace watching over you.
My heart goes out to you, friend. I am so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine the pain you are feeling. I wish I had words of comfort to give, some kind of medicine to heal your broken heart. But I have no words. Just know that you are loved and thought of often. Thank you for sharing this beautiful tribute to your mother. Love you <3
Thank you ladies. It's a journey blinded by tears...I appreciate all of you.
A touching and moving tribute to love. Wishing you a warm, comforting and special New Year 2013.
Noelle,
I'm sorry to hear of your Mother's travels across the river.
My mother made the journey 12 years ago this month. She lived in Crescent City Ca. and I wrote to her almost every week. After she left, I was having a bad day at work and on my break I sat down to write to her, to tell her about it, half way through the letter I realized what I was doing, it sort of blew me away that I did it so automatically, realizing I had no forwarding address.
I miss her still, but I also see her in me. I will always have her with me.
And I bet, if you look...you will find your mother in you as well.
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