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Today was another day but the routine wasn’t new,
I did the same thing yesterday and the day before too,
I go to work and come home and relax in my bed,
But before I can unwind I think of the life that I have led.
My knees get weak, and my arms get sore,
I work so much, I don’t have much time for anything anymore.
But one’s thing’s for sure that when my day is through
I take a second and I stop and think of you.
You used to tell me how proud you were of the woman I’ve become
And when I picture your face my body becomes numb.
It should feel good to think of the good times we shared, but I can’t help but think How you left really just isn’t fair.
I know it would hurt you to see my heart torn into too, but trust me when I say this It’s because I was better near to you.
You were my living angel, a diamond in the sky, you were everything a mother should have been
And why you’re gone I just can’t seem to understand why.
Although I sit here with so much regret, you have taught me a lot of courage through the things you have said.
"You can’t take life for granted, because people come in as fast as they go,
And you will be sad if they don’t get to see you grow."
Your life will go on, but you’ll be empty when there away,
And you won’t get a second chance to say the things you need to say.
When you want to sing with them your favorite song, or go cuddle with them when the nights get to long, you won’t have them there.
When you want a hug that will make everything alright, they won’t be there to hold you tight.
So make the most out of your time, and appreciate what you got, because that is what my mother has taught.
It’s been a hard fight that’s for sure, but I won’t give up because she knows the cure. When the fight gets to tough, she will give me strength in my legs to stand, and when I'm too tired, I know she will still be there holding my hand.
Life's not always an easy path she would say, but in the end all you really can do is pray. And at night when I look up a sky and see that diamond star, I can finally learn that hey heaven isn’t too far.
| Prepositions,let your words leave space for your readers to fill up with their imagination.you are a great poet for you too understand your emotions||| Posted on 2012-10-19 00:00:00 | by kingsley | [ Reply to This ] || Hey nice work the imagery was great and the delivery on point but it sounded like a letter and not a poem.This happens when the poet puts too many emotions into one poem.Here is what I think you should do, quit using so many conjuctions and -||| Posted on 2012-10-19 00:00:00 | by kingsley | [ Reply to This ] |