Tag: poetry
The Poetry Snapshot: Mom
To my best friend. My love. My mother. My rock.
Everything happened so fast, I’m still in shock.
You are the strongest person I will ever know.
Now I hold on to our memories, but they seem so long ago.
Playing Candy Crush at midnight,
Teaching me to drive,
Watching Rema dance at Ignite,
You kept telling us “Live, don’t simply be alive.”
You were always right,
but I still liked to argue.
You said, “everything will be alright,”
I miss your advice.
You always put others before you,
never thought about it twice.
Now I hope you are finally at peace,
In your own paradise.
“I have cancer,” you said as a fact,
Yet you didn’t shed a single tear, you stayed intact.
Through all the treatments, the chemo, and pill,
You still smiled and had such a strong will.
You sacrificed everything for us.
You worked hard for us.
You hid back your tears from us.
But you were taken away from us.
Your beautiful smile,
Your quirky laugh,
Your ambition and drive,
I will always look up to you in awe.
You taught me to be adventurous and wild,
You were always the cool mom.
You taught me to be gentle and kind,
Determined and focused,
You said, “happiness is just a state of mind.”
I cry, I wish, I hope
that this is just a dream.
Because you, Rema, and I, we were always a team.
Now I’ll carry on your legacy.
Fulfill all your wishes.
I know you’re guiding me from above,
So I’ll be ambitious.
You lived, you loved, you laughed.
This I hope you see.
The only question I have for you is,
Are you proud of me?
Mommy you are my entire world,
You are as precious as your black pearl.
Every day I miss you more.
Signed…Your Little Girl.
I wrote this poem almost 4 years ago. However, it resurfaced recently through a conversation. Over the course of the semester, I have been posting poems that have been reflective of the environment around me. It felt right to post this one right now as I’ve been finding moments that remind me of my mom.
The Poetry Snapshot: Community
To your left,
a man with a briefcase
and slicked back hair.
His face is motionless,
as though captured in a photograph.
He keeps his head tucked down
and is lost in regret.
To your right,
a mother with a small child,
crying for care.
The mother’s eyes blink in exhaustion,
but the child commands her full attention.
Still, the mother carries unconditional love and gratitude,
for finally being able to hold a child of her own.
All of you cross the street
without acknowledging each other;
without realizing how different
your paths have been.
But somehow,
right now,
you all cross the street.
For the next ten seconds,
you will share your lives together.
And then,
you will never see them again.
What a magical effort of time,
to bring together people
in such small ways.
