I thought I was done
missing you
You had to go
everybody has to someday.
I've been telling myself
and it's been okay
I feel you closer
than before
those days you looked at me
as if I were the traffic
during rush hour
or a distant voice a memory
I thought I was done
missing you
But, I am not
Today I feel like a ship
that's hit a rock it's getting heavy
I feel myself keel
over Helpless
Frightened I close my eyes and pray
like you've always told me I'm going down
down
down
Thud! I touch the ground
There's nowhere to go now lower
I feel you I'm going up higher
higher I'm gliding
You're hauling me I feel the wind on my face
It's buoying me
Up
Up
Up
I'm soaring my wings, look
Here.
Mamma, can you see me?
I wrote this poem for Eugi's prompt, 'Soaring'
A little note on the poem :
It's been fifteen years since I lost my mother and the truth is I don't think of her very often. But, today I found myself missing her...like really missing her. Not because I was sad, but,
because I was happy. I miss being able to share my happy news with her, I miss the way
her eyes danced when something made me happy, and I miss hearing her rooting for me.
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20 responses to “I miss you so bad”
The missing never goes away. No one ever fills a mother’s shoes, do they?
Yes,the missing never goes, V J…and noone can ever fill a mother’s shoe- so full of love and pride. The absence feels like a vacuum…
Beautifully penned and so poignant.
Thank you, Goff for reading and writing back. I appreciate it very much.
Pleasure Smitha. Happy Thursday My Friend.
Thank you,Goff🙂. Happy Thursday to you too!
Cheers. Stay Safe.
We never stop missing our mothers. I love this poem. Not being able to share happy things with her is the hardest thing of all.
Thank you very much for your warm words of appreciation and understanding, Darlene. Yes, it’s the happy things that I miss sharing, Unfortunately, nobody else cares as much for the things you care about…as much as your mother.
Your poem is heartfelt and beautiful, Smitha. I’m so glad you felt you needed to pen this poem and share your emotions with us. Thank you so much for joining in. ❤️
Thank you so much,Eugene for the prompt,for reading and writing back. I was actually going down, down, down. But, then I saw your prompt, added the soaring bit, and felt lighter after pouring my heart out. So, thank you❤.
A beautiful, relatable poem, Smitha! Not being able to share good news is the worst! <3
Thank you so much,Cheryl❤. Yes,it is the worst because nobody’s joy in your happiness quite matches up to a mother’s.
This poem is so beautiful and heartfelt Smitha. Sending you loads of hugs.
Thanks so much Vin for being a wonderful friend ❤. Hugs.
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This is very beautiful Smitha, and I’m glad it finished on an uplifting note.
Thank you so much, Robbie. I did not start off the poem thinking it was going to end on a happy note but thanks to Eugi’s prompt, ‘Soaring’, I had to, and soon enough, I did feel better. It’s nice that you specifically pointed it out. 🙂
Grief can come from nowhere and hit us even after a long time, you’ve done a great job of describing how that can feel Smitha.
I didn’t think that was possible because it’s so long ago…your words are comforting. Thank you so much, for writing back and understanding. It was written on an impulse and I thought it was raw, but that’s what I wanted to say. It makes me happy to know that you liked it. Thank you!