I Miss My Mom

Rob Link

Pain.
Dark clouds. Sorrow so heavy it haunts.  It hurts.
Hiding. Withdrawing. The darkness finds.
Down a hole. To hide. No escape.
Pain pursues. It finds. It pierces.
I miss my mom.

Sadness.
Longing.
Void.
I miss my mom.

Mom.
Too soon. Gone.
Blindsided.
Sadness consumes.
Yet memory is sweet. So sweet.
I miss my mom.

Ache.
Thanksgiving. Christmas. Birthdays. Changed.
Graduations. Weddings. Great grandchildren. Unseen.
Dinner. Weekly. Gone.
Texts. Calls.  Daily for years.  No more.
I miss my mom.

God.
I miss her.
Heaven sounds better than ever.
I miss my mom.

Sobs.
Tears.
Like never before.
Like never before.
I miss my mom.

The Son.
Peace.
Hope.
Someday. Again.
I’ll see my mom.

Grow.
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