For my mother, Rose.


You’re not here today, but you are with me always.

 Your face is in my mirror.

 I talk to my child in your voice.

 My hands; veined now, are yours. 

I will never stop missing you.


Don’t let the bugs bite!


11 Comments Add yours

  1. Cindy says:

    Great points! I will be checking back here often!

  2. Count Czardas says:

    What are great points ???

    1. theonlycin says:

      I’m not sure either Czar, perhaps it was something lost in translation?

  3. Count Czardas says:

    This is at once very personal and yet universal, so well done on that. Nicely emotional and it works very well.

  4. slpmartin says:

    I would agree with count czardas…although very is as universal as any poem can be….lovely job!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Merci slpmartin!

  5. adair says:

    Lovely poem.I too still miss my mom everday and she’s been gone 6 years.

  6. theonlycin says:

    I’m sometimes so sad about the questions I never got to ask her Adair.

  7. Madmom says:

    Lovely, Cin.

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