A Mother’s Love
Her soft hands held my face when she wiped away my tears
A gentle kiss on my forehead when I skinned my knee
She held me tight and ran her fingers through my hair
I looked at her angelic face
When I told her how beautiful she was, she blushed and looked away
Bad days, good days, rain or shine, she was always there
The love she had for me was not based on terms or conditions
I hope someday to give my children the gift she gave me
Wedding Cake
The room is filled with joy and happiness
She gazes at the young couple laughing
When looking at the wedding cake, she thinks back
The love of her life stands beside her
He promises her a lifetime of joy
She believed him, she believed it would last
Time slips away before her very eyes
As she sees her reflection in the mirror, reality strikes
Her once auburn hair, now silver
The porcelain skin of a doll, now aged
This old lady looking back, is now me
Locks of Gold by Maria A. Gardner
They stole from my beautiful garden
The only thing I had left
They took my plant
So I took their young child
To protect her, I locked her in a tall tower
Our home was in the middle of the forest
Her hair was long and golden like the sun
The most beautiful hair in all the land
It hung like a rope to the ground
She called me, Mother and I called her, Daughter
I fed her and clothed her, she sang to me
She would live with me forever
For I will never have a child of my own
One day, the king’s son heard her angelic voice
With her hair, he climbed the tower
He brought her red roses from the garden
He wished to marry her and pledge his love
I waited for him to leave
I grabbed scissors and cut off her hair
She cried when I left her alone in the desert
Her hair, short and jagged
When he called out to her to let down her hair
I lowered the hair I had cut
He climbed to the top, surprised I laughed and pushed him down
He fell upon thorns from the rose bush
Injured, he could no longer see
For year, he wandered the woods
Feeding off berries and leaves
One day, he wandered in the desert
He heard a familiar voice
It was her
She sang and they danced
My final years, I spent alone in the tower
The golden locks of hair, replaced by a rope
The locks of the gold were gone forever
I took my final breath and longed to hear voice one last time
I Must Go
I will always miss him. I will always think of him. Those special moments play in my head. Those special moments are in my heart. I walked with him by my side.
I now walk with only one set of footprints. I hear the wind calling my name. I hear his voice and now I must go.
Voice
The voice I hear in the wind is my sweet love.
His voice warms my heart as it once did.
I reach out for him, yet he seems far away.
I run toward it, but his voice is quite.
When I call his name, he does not answer.
My eyes are closed with my only focus on him.
When I listen quietly, I hear his voice.
Longing
Everyday, I think of you.
How I long to hear your voice, just one more time.
How I long to feel your touch and warmth of your hand.
I miss your hugs and the way you smell of cologne.
How I miss our talks.
I miss all the forever’s that will never be.
The silence of the day I miss the most.
For it is yet another reminder that you are no longer with me.
This is the reminder that I am along and long for someone I will no longer have by my side.