It's 4am Mom.....
Sometimes in my dreams you will appear.
Your touch or voice I long to hear.
But can't seem to get you near no matter how hard I try and steer.
I am watching you fade away.
All I want is just a few moments
Please, please, won't you stay.
I have to get up soon an start the day.
A few words I need to say.
Out of no where like a thief in the night
I panic to breathe as my eyes start to ignite
The struggle is real I never seem to win this fight.
Push, shove and use all my might
Hoping to see some sort of light
As I start to awake in fear,
The reality sets in of you are no longer here.
This I must persevere.
The pain is once again ever so clear,
Then comes the silent tears.
My mother has been gone
3 years,10 months,9 days,4 hours,27 minutes and 45 seconds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem