Missing Mom

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A mom’s hug lasts long after she lets go. ~Author unknown

Moms

Are the

Official

Storytellers

Of our lives, and once

They pass on, we become

Aware there’s nobody else

Who knows us and loves us the way

Our moms did. Perhaps that’s why losing

Your mom feels like having your heart cut out.

Those who tell the stories rule the world. ~Author unknown

Storytellers bolster our confidence,

Remind us of our identity,

Preserve our family history.

Other females might step up

To fill the vacancy,

But nobody can

Replace our mom

When she’s gone

From our

World.

 

Note: Poetry form is a Double Etheree.

28 thoughts on “Missing Mom”

  1. Debbie, both of these poems are so beautiful. And so true!

    I know how you feel because after my mother passed away in 2012, I felt a huge void in my life. Even now. In fact, a week or so ago, there were days when I could feel her presence standing very close to me because I had been thinking of her, and missing her.

    Even though she was technically my stepmother, she and I shared a special bond that was indentical to genetic.

    Thank you for sharing this today, my friend. It touched me!

    X

    • I’m glad you liked it, Ron — thank you for telling me. I’ve heard that grief is different for each person. Sometimes it comes in waves. You think you’re doing okay, then something happens and you dissolve into tears.

      On the whole, Mom and I got along fairly well. Sure, we had our disagreements — what mother and daughter don’t? — but we managed to patch things up. I’m glad you had such a loving relationship with your mom, too. I suppose that’s a common longing: to see them again, to hear them laugh again, to feel enveloped in their embrace again.

      Hope you’re having a beautiful Sunday! xx

  3. This is lovely, Debbie. My mother has been gone for 48 years and I still have moments I miss her. It’s a bond that’s never truly broken.

    • Forty-eight years?? Oh, dear, Kelly, that feels like a lifetime. Thank you for sharing that the bond with Mom is something that lasts forever. Logic tells me that, and so does my heart!

  4. Lovely, Debbie, and a real tribute to your mom. It is the hardest parting, I think, but I find my mother still lives in my mind as well as my heart, and I hear her often – not in a spooky way, but just because I knew her so well I know what she’d say. She also regularly visits me in my dreams, and while at first I found that hard to deal with, I now look forward to it. Wishing you peace and healing.

    • What lovely thoughts, FF — thank you for sharing them! I like the idea of your mom visiting you in your dreams. Yes, I can see where some might call that unnerving, but I’d think it would be most reassuring. I don’t believe I’ve dreamed about Mom since her passing, but I imagine I will one day. And I hope it does bring peace and healing!

  5. Beautiful poem about moms and so very true.

    For me the pain lessened with time gone by and replaced with a grin when I could hear my mom’s voice come right out of my own mouth.

    • Well, TD, you know you’re absolutely right: I do hear Mom’s words come right out of my mouth on occasion! I think that happened more when Domer was a wee lad, but I suspect poor Monk thinks they do still. Too bad he doesn’t seem to understand, “Stay out of that mud!”

  6. What a terrific tribute to your mom, Debbie. There is a feeling of emptiness when our moms leave us. It is also good to remember all the great things they did for us. Thanks for sharing.

    • Thanks for your very kind words, John — I’m glad you liked it. Yes, Mom had a spot no one else can fill, but I’m glad I had her around so long to make happy memories with. I regularly run into people in town who knew her and still have nice things to say about her. And part of me wishes she were here so I could pass those nice things to her!

  10. Mine has been gone for more than a decade now, but it seems like only yesterday that I lost her. Your poem expresses the sense of loss and longing so well, but also makes clear the appreciation that comes with memories.

    I had the oddest experience at my local grocery store a couple of weeks ago. An older woman was walking up from the parking lot, and for just a moment I was certain it was my mother. The similarity in apperance was so striking I had to do a triple take, and my astonishment was so strong I stopped the woman to tell her about it. She loved it, and we shared a good laugh. We never forget.

    • What a great story, Linda. Isn’t it funny how complete strangers can remind you of someone dear? It’s not necessarily their similar appearance, but more like their similarity of mannerism. Or maybe they just use the same shampoo or perfume! Indeed, our hearts never forget.

    • Thanks for your lovely compliment, Pat. (Wish I felt I deserved it!). I suppose I’ll always be a storyteller, but without Mom, sometimes I feel like somebody pushed me off a cliff and is waiting to see what I do about it. Maybe I should just change my focus … and simply be grateful for the many years I had her here.

  13. I’m sorry I missed this post earlier, Debbie. Your poems ring true and are beautiful and so deeply touching. My mother died 33 years ago and I still miss her and the stories she told us. I know you will miss your mom, too, as the years go by and as the waves of grief come and go. Please be kind and patient with yourself. ♡

    • Barbara, thanks so much for your very kind and sensitive comment. Yes, almost everybody I’ve spoken with who’s lost their mother says it’s a loss you don’t ever really get over. Time, of course, eases the raw pain and eventually, you get to the point where you remember the good times without falling to pieces, but the void remains. I’m just glad I had her here as long as I did!

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