Mama....
I awake each morning to start a new day
But the pain of loosing you,
never goes away.
I go about the things I have to do,
and as the hours pass
I think again of you.,
and I just ask to myself,
Is there an end to my pain?
I lose you every day,
when I wake up in the morning,
when I go to sleep at night,
when I remember you ,
looking into my eyes,
and I just ask to my self,
Is there an end to my pain?
I still remember the day,
when I said good bye to you,
and you said good bye to me,
I called you home,
and you were there for me.
It was Iike a premonition,
I won't see you back again,
and I just ask to my self,
Is there an end to my pain?
I just dream of the day,
when I will see you in Heaven,
and I just pray to my Lord,
I don't have to lose you again,
and finally,
I will have and end to my pain..
-D.Sangiovanni
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DERASA (Seudónimo) (
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Comentarios1
A una madre siempre se le extraña. But there is no need to miss her in pain. One can miss a mother in quietness.
Very nice your poem.
Saludos amistosos de
Peregrina.
El dolor es sobre la pérdida, no sobre la madre. El sentimiento
sobre la pérdida cada persona la maneja de forma única.
Y tiene un final ese dolor, cuando estemos reunidos de nuevo,
si Dios lo quiere.
Gracias por comentar.
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