I still miss you so,
It may only be six months,
But I miss you more
Time has given no comfort
I may smile and play
Laugh all day
But I still miss you so.
Now that you’ve gone
All the memories
Fights we’ve lost and won
Happy games we played
The children have grown
And my heart still groans
Because I still miss you so.
Special days, like anniversaries
And your birthday, don’t forget Christmas
As I plan each day, I pause to say
How Mum would have loved
Each of these moments
And I still miss you so.
My tears still fall on the inside
There’s no time to stall in this busy hive
So I move along and hum your favourite songs
Thinking of your smile, your jokes and wicked humour
The way you riled me so easily and we’d knock heads
No-one’s there to fill me with dread and laughter
So I still miss you so.
Very nice poem on a very difficult subject. Lovely picture – her wedding? I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure that at only six months it feels like yesterday.
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It does Trent. Thank you xx
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Your mom would have loved this. Give yourself time, 6 months is nothing when it comes to losing a parent. I had a meltdown yesterday over missing my mom and she has been gone for almost 6 years. : ( I don’t think you ever get over it, but you do learn to make peace with the loss. Hang in there.
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Thanks Robin. It’s consoling to know it’s not crazy to still feel the loss as if it was yesterday. xx
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I know exactly how you feel. This is lovely poem for all mum’s that have sadly have passed away. Stay strong, Eloise. She would have wanted that. ❤
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My heart goes out to you Hugh as your loss is so recent. Thank you xxx
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Eloise, this was so beautiful. If only I could hug you tight. 💗💗💗
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Thank you Colleen. Feeling the love across the ocean. 💗
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Sending more love and hugs. 💗
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Here’s a big virtual hug for you xoxoxoxo
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Thank you. Xxx
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Hugs from me too.
I concur with Trent.
It is over 16 years since my Mum fluttered off into the sky, but I still see something, or hear something, and think, “Oh! I must tell Mum about that!” She will never leave me. Her candle will burn brightly in my heart forever.
And I can see from your lovely poem that it is the same for you. Your bird is with you forever, Eloise.
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Thank you Lance. That is comforting. Xx
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