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Hjackson
March 18th, 2015, 09:15 PM
Just a poem I wrote about my momma who died in a car accident last year:

I Think of Her

One second shes here,
And the next
Not.
I remember her
Smile.
Her jokes.
Her laugh.
And I miss her
Every
Single
Day.
Some days
I cant see her face.
I cant hear her voice.
I cant picture
What she would be doing
Right now.
And others,
Its like shes right
Where she always is.
In that
Worn out
Filthy
Blue chair,
Reading her book,
Watching the
6:00 news,
Or just resting
From a long day at work.
Just one more minute,
She says.
Then Ill get up,
She says.
When its hard,
I just try to remember
That shes still around.
Watching over me
From her new home
Way up above.
Waiting for me.
And I can still see her
Every now and again.
When I crawl under the covers
And close my eyes
And slowly drift off
To sleep,
Shes always waiting.
I get to see her,
Find out how shes doing,
Hear her stories
Of her long-lost friends,
Her great-great-great-aunt
Shed never met before,
What shed talked about
With God that day.
And I see her smile
And hear her laugh.
I see her in the water,
In the clouds,
In the grass.
But especially
In that big
Old
Maple tree.
I start climbing,
Higher and higher
Until the branches
Bend beneath me
And I clutch to the trunk
As the warm
Summer breeze
Tosses my hair,
The sunshine
Warms my face,
And I watch
The clouds painting
Pictures
In the sky.
Im happy.
But then I see
The leaves start to change.
They dry out,
Fall off,
Crunch beneath
The feet
Of unknowing passerbys.
The wind doesnt feel
So warm
Anymore.
And then
The cold comes.
I hold as tight
As I can
As the limbs get slippery,
Crusting with
Ice.
I close my eyes,
Waiting for it to be
Over.
Wanting nothing more
Than for it to end.
Then, all of a sudden,
Its calm.
I peek out
From beneath my eyelashes
And see the sunshine again.
And a bud grows
Right before my eyes.
Then millions more,
First tiny and red,
Then bursting out
And becoming
Full grown leaves.
And I know
Its her. Shes back.
Shes reminding me
That even though
Its hard sometimes,
It gets better.
The ice melts,
The trees come alive again,
And life continues.