My mothers eyes were green
But mine are sad and blue.
Her eyes were the color of ivy, hummingbird
wings, and the sea…
Memories of those eyes looking back at me.
My mother smelled like perfume
When I hugged her hi and bye.
I spray it when I miss her…
things to do, I will not cry.
My mother’s house was spotless;
Nothing out of place.
I manuever around my living room,
Stepping over things where there is space.
My mothers clothes were always perfect;
No wrinkle, snag, or tear.
She picked things off my shirt, maybe lent or
fuzz or hair.
My mother laughed at my jokes.
She smiled and patted my hand.
She sipped coffee while we talked,
Our toes digging in the sand.
She saw me as a mother
And we didn’t always agree.
But she stood by my side
With mob mentality.
Her laugh replays over and over, constantly in
my mind…
When I’m wishing she was near and I could
hug her one more time.
I miss her every day and my heart will be
gripped with grief
Until I see her again one day and I breathe a
sigh of relief.
She wrote me one last letter
And the last line breaks my heart in two.
She simply wrote one line.
She said: “One more I love you”.
My Mothers eyes were green
But mine are sad and blue.
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