Posted in Poetry

You want to say

guess what your granddaughter did today?

she's growing so fast and smart

she loves you and misses you, Mom,

and can't wait to see you again,

but you can't.

You want to say

I understand now about a lot of things,

like losing someone you love

let's talk about it

and you can help me through it, Mom,

like you helped with a million other things before,

but you can't.

You want to say

once more or a thousand times more,

Mom, I love you; I love you Mama!

because the two hundred twenty-eight

or so times you said it those last two days

as you watched each laboring breath,

wondering if this one were the last,

were not enough, will never be enough, ...

{Copyright (c) 2005 C. Paden. All rights reserved.}