"A Difficult Reality"
I’m not going to see,
My Mom again.
That’s a difficult reality,
To let settle in.
I won’t hear her laugh,
Or hear her call my name.
There are so many things,
That won’t be the same.
What’s going to happen at Christmas,
Or at Thanksgiving,
Or what will happen in the rest of the days,
Without her we are living.
I don’t know how to assimilate,
These days with this vacancy.
I’m not sure what to say,
When someone asks of me.
How are you doing?
How are you today?
I’m honestly not sure,
What to say.
I’m not going to see,
My Mom again.
That’s a difficult reality,
To let settle in.
d
03-17-09
My Mom again.
That’s a difficult reality,
To let settle in.
I won’t hear her laugh,
Or hear her call my name.
There are so many things,
That won’t be the same.
What’s going to happen at Christmas,
Or at Thanksgiving,
Or what will happen in the rest of the days,
Without her we are living.
I don’t know how to assimilate,
These days with this vacancy.
I’m not sure what to say,
When someone asks of me.
How are you doing?
How are you today?
I’m honestly not sure,
What to say.
I’m not going to see,
My Mom again.
That’s a difficult reality,
To let settle in.
d
03-17-09
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