My Mama
My Mama
By: Patricija Facini
You were nice, sweet, and soft spoken.
Our hearts are forever broken.
We always knew we really messed up when you took out the siba,
We didn’t make it easy for you to chase us with it like we were in Pula’s Arena.
You were always faster than us.
You came to all our school plays even if we were just a tree.
How happy you were if we were just award nominee.
You found any reason to celebrate your children.
For us as you would always say that you would go to end of the world or prison.
Memories is all we have with you.
Your heart was humongous, but your wings were weak.
Every day your felt fatigue.
The day we lost you was by far the worst day of our lives.
It felt like someone stabbed our hearts with gazillions of knives.
What started of sunny morning,
Family eating breakfast together laughing.
Who knew by the end of that day we would be endlessly crying.
That day will forever be tattooed on our hearts and back of our minds.
Somedays we still feel you besides us.
What we wouldn’t do for one more hug from you Mama.
Mothers teach you all they know, but they can’t teach you how to deal with a death of a mother.
Now we are adults, and we still crave your presence and your embrace.
We wish to hear your voice.
I am sorry I rather hear you than Severina or Beach Boys.
We know you are looking down on us, we hope it is with pride.
It is a shame we don’t have you here to be our guide.
One day we will tell our children about you.
The Nana they will never be able to meet on this world.
We will always know you picked them out for us from heaven.
Purple violets we see around your anniversary or dreaded Mother’s Day.
Somehow, they pop up in our gardens or on our way,
Thank you, Mama, we know you are near.
Bring us back to morning when we used to wake you up with them and coffee in hand.
Your smile would shine brighter than the sun that was rising.
You left us when we needed you the most,
I know you didn’t want to go,
God called you home.
We will never know why.
People always ask how can you live without her?
We say pain never went away,
But even from whatever she is she gave us strengths to go on.
You are never forgotten Mama you always live in our hearts.
One day we will no longer be apart.
We will see you one day again!
About this poem
In honor of my mother that passed away several years ago
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Written on December 15, 2022
Submitted by trishafacini84 on December 15, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 2,286 |
Words | 498 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 44 |
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