His Mother Died Today, A Poem
The saddest truth put in the form of poetry. This little boy's loss was more than a child should have to go through: He kept calling his mothers cell phone to hear her voice on her message service after she passed away. This is one true story that was really hard to pen to paper. My heart goes out to those suffering this kind of gut-wrenching loss, especially this little boy.
His heart is crying, he's so very young,
He doesn't know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his stomach
He cries, his mommy died today,
please answer your cell phone mommy
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs
He's never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit
Please answer your cell phone mommy
He's her baby, he needs to hear her everyday
He keeps calling her cell phone number
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
Believing the truth as spoken,
that she's just stepped out for a minute,
and she'll call right back
If he could trade all eleven of his birthday wishes for one
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear, "Hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I'll be home shortly", but his mommy died today,
So he goes to bed tonight, grasping her cell phone,
as it rests, as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it to be the last hug his mommy will give him
Her precious little boy curls up and cries out for her,
only her.
Wishing you Well, Barb
Find your peace and find your place in this world
Smile even when it hurts
Complete your life plan
See the beauty around you, it's plentiful
You'll find it in the smallest things
and always remember, you are loved
He doesn't know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his stomach
He cries, his mommy died today,
please answer your cell phone mommy
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs
He's never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit
Please answer your cell phone mommy
He's her baby, he needs to hear her everyday
He keeps calling her cell phone number
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
Believing the truth as spoken,
that she's just stepped out for a minute,
and she'll call right back
If he could trade all eleven of his birthday wishes for one
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear, "Hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I'll be home shortly", but his mommy died today,
So he goes to bed tonight, grasping her cell phone,
as it rests, as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it to be the last hug his mommy will give him
Her precious little boy curls up and cries out for her,
only her.
Wishing you Well, Barb
Find your peace and find your place in this world
Smile even when it hurts
Complete your life plan
See the beauty around you, it's plentiful
You'll find it in the smallest things
and always remember, you are loved
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