A Mother……..



A mother’s grief, like her love, is endless

I miss you more with every passing day.

I hear your voice, see again the glint of

wicked humour in your eyes – and thank

God we had you even for this short while.

My beautiful boy.   Beloved son.


Ten years have passed, yet seems like yesterday

I held your hand and watched you slip away


whispered words of love as only mothers might.


I fancy you are in the stars, the cosmos;

that now you have answers to the questions

we often pondered deep into the night.


Your mother’s grief is endless, like her love.






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