Where Are You, Mom? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Why have you been taken from me? Where have you gone?
Human explanations just aren't enough when I miss my
Mother.

Where could someone so alive go to when they die?
Heaven? Where is it? I want to know.

I want to go there and see for myself and maybe if I
like it, I won't return either.

Love is not dead, it is in every memory that I can
recall, every feeling that is inside of me.

Tell me, please, where has my Mother gone?
I need to know and go see for myself if she's, in fact
okay.

She's always been there for me, why can't I return
the favor and be there for her?

Please sir, where is my Mother?