Missing Mum Poem by Angela Wybrow

Here we are: another New Year,
And it is the first without you here;
I stiill can't believe that you have gone,
And I'm finding it hard to carry on.

My memories of you are loving and warm;
Together, we weathered many a storm.
To me, you were always my number one:
You were an angel, who I could call Mum.

I really miss seeing your beautiful face,
And feeling the warmth of your loving embrace;
A tender kiss; a loving touch:
These little things, I miss them so much.

I look through the photographs of you,
And of me in the nest, before I flew;
Eventhough I had moved away,
On the phone, we still spoke almost every day.

Your wit and your wisdom, you'd share with me,
And, when I was blind, you'd make me see.
Many a thing that you once said,
Still plays on repeat inside my head.

I thought of you on Christmas Day,
As the candle I'd lit flickered away;
You and I, we had such a strong bond,
And, inside of me, your spirit lives on.