“65 today, but not”

From her first walks to her first talks
Brought her parents so much joy
On her 12, she first carried crafts of her hands
On her shoulders she carried, to buy a land

And on her 20’s she dances and sang
On her town that she’s so known
As a girl who sings out loud
A girl with a golden heart so unfound

On her 30’s she bear children
One with golden hands of art
One with hands which had rhymes
One is painting, one is writing this

On her 40’s nearly 50’s she guarded them
Telling stories of her past and deep sentiments
Saying goodness, putting kindness
To her children, she taught meekness

And on her 60’s, she got sick, got her bone weakened
A bed and a box of medicine in a gloomy weekend
And on a Sunday she left, leaving her empty
A glimpse of her smiling is what had left her hoping

“October 10 is my mom’s supposed to be 65th birthday, but she left 2 years ago. I made this for her. To all of those who’s still with their mom, love them while they’re here. It’s hard to lose one. Cause you can never have another”


6 thoughts on ““65 today, but not”

  1. Heather's Starting End says:

    I a so sorry…I just read the last line. My Mom has been gone for 9 years…her birthday was October 4th. A beautiful poem this is. I was certain it came from a first hand experience. That is why I asked. Bless you xoxoxoxoxoxoxo


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