Mother's Day 2001

Mother’s Day 2001 Mother I sit beside you now silent nine years since your passing beneath the cold ground you are as dust like the fragile seeds of the dandelion your memory floats in my thoughts I sit here in this silence knowing that words that stuck in my throat piercing like barbed wire should have been said In my sleep you come to me speaking words you wished had been spoken soft whispers and tender touches you kept buried from me I was a child, and needed you but you were colder living, than your remains are now yet flowers I bring you on this mother’s day for I am a man now, and have grown in ways I wish you could have seen Would you have said kind things seen all I am and been proud Or would you, like the prisoner you were to your mind have turned your back, and given me another lashing These words like razors still cut but it is my eyes, and my fingers that feel the pain with each line I type out We said the I love-yous, the thankyous, smiled in front of family and friends but we never knew each other I hope in my dreams when we again talk, the lost words will be spoken the missed chances at true love will be found and that, as a son, I feel you worthy to be called Mother May 12, 2001 © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 08:54 AM PST   0 • 1