Submitted Date 02/03/2019

My voice is echoing, it keeps calling your name,

My heart is aching, looking for a reason, myself I continue to blame,

You were so young my dear, only two years of life had you seen,

You were gone in a heartbeat, no explanation of what this would mean,

The world turned to darkness the day you went away,

Nothing really mattered, except the question of why you could not stay,

I have asked that question more times than I care to admit,

I have prayed for an answer, still waiting, still here I sit,

What I would not give to hold you to have you cradled in my hands,

To see the young man you would turn into, instead emptiness in front of me stands,

I know my precious angel, one day your face I will see,

Until then my darling I carry you here close to me,

In my heart, you have a home, the piece of you no one can steal,

The love that is there is forever, always, and real,

Though at times I wish I could call you home to me,

I will see you again when my soul has been set free.

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  • Trudi Young Taylor 4 years, 3 months ago

    Hi Mary, you have a lovely way with words. I would love to see you play with villanelle or pantoum forms of poetry. It would be fun for us to go back and forth around a theme, a bit of sport. Would you like to try?

    • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 4 years, 3 months ago

      Trudi, that does sound like it would be fun. I would be willing to give it a try. I am not really familiar with either. I have read a bit about both but never tried to achieve either. It could be a fun learning experience.

  • Tanya Marion 4 years, 3 months ago

    Hugs to you, Mary. This is beautiful.

  • Tomas Chough 4 years, 3 months ago

    Hi Mary! Beautiful poem! I could sense the strong emotions as I read it. Being able to communicate feelings that way is a great talent to have. Thanks for sharing!

    • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 4 years, 3 months ago

      Thank you, Tomas, for your kind words. I am glad you enjoyed it.