Dear Mom;
I always say you are the best love I ever had
Well, you are the only love I ever knew
And you probably know that it hurts you aren’t here
It hurts more when I remember standing at the door
Straining to look through the glass
And all I could see was a beautiful face but in an ugly place
And I walk in to try and create a conversation
The last time we’d ever talk
I said hi and all I got in response was silence
Except for this irritating beep in the room
And it couldn’t be switched off because it’s how you responded
Or at least, it’s the only assurance I had of any aspect of life in you
I stretched my quivering hands to reach yours
And it felt great, feeling your warmth one more time
I was smiling because hope is all you taught me to know
And all I wanted was to see you to smile again just in case you woke up.
At that moment, I was scared and hurt…
I was scared because your skin became pale than it used to be
I was scared because your skin became hyper elastic
I was scared because your heart beat 2 times slower than mine
I was hurt because we couldn’t share a meal at our usual table
I couldn’t feed you either
I’m hurt because I have no one to talk to
Because we don’t handle celebrations the same any more
I was hurt because your last words kinda haunt me more than they inspire me
I’m hurt because I’ve written you many letters without replies
We’ve moved from celebrating your birthday each mid-year
Now we commemorate your anniversary at the beginning of every year
It’s been a decade
But memories of you are still fresh my mind
And just know that I write hoping one day you will reply…
Mom, when you do, just tell me you missed me
Tell me I should have put on a grey sweater instead of pink
Tell me the mother of my son deserves me
Tell me Dad did his best for you, for us…
Mom, tell me I just did right by standing for what you made me believe in
Tell me you got all my messages because…
I can’t wait to tell you how I missed your food
I can’t wait to tell you how dearly Grandma missed you
How she talks about you every day
I can’t wait to tell you that I’m thankful
Thankful for the years you were always there for us
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