RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silver Star - 9,104 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Mom? Mom?


Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die
deep inside for the rest of my life.

Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013

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  • Freshman - 1,032 Points Noreen Carden (10/20/2013 5:53:00 PM)

    Hey RoseAnn now i know the story behind the words my heart breaks for you your poem is wonderful and a fitting tribute well done you my friend (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,032 Points Noreen Carden (10/17/2013 11:34:00 AM)

    Hello Roseann this moved me to tears such depth of feeling well done
    but i feel this poem was born of some personal sorrow and if that is so
    my heart goes out to you. Great poem (Report) Reply

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