I want to hold you and to hug you
The mom I knew
The one who came to all my recitals and who
Walked up and down the aisles at every assembly
To get a better picture, a better view
The mom I knew
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Where are you now, I wonder?
The mom I knew
I’ve been turning up all the couch cushions and looking
Between the pages of every book
On shelves unread
Still brand new
The mom I knew
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I want to sit and listen to
The mom I knew
The one who told me Bible stories
Who spun yarns
And fables with small details
Tall tales–none of which were true
The mom I knew
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I want to share my life with
The mom I knew
I want her to congratulate me on my new job
The mom I knew
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I want her to seek me out and care
To leave a light on
To hold a space for me
To express how much she misses me
And wished I were there
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…to invite me for dinner
Fix me a meal
To pay me an unexpected visit
To join me at the beauty parlor to do our hair–
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But that’s a mom I’ll never know
I can cry until I’m blue
She was just a fantasy
They tell me she exists…
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…in me.
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The mom I knew
4 Comments
Why is,this,poem in a Recovery forum?
I can’t speak to the purpose o the intentions but i know i can relate to this. i am a child of an addict. I lost my mom to her active addiction and I’ll never know a lot of what its like to have that type of relationship however i can live that out with my own children. this poem does have an aura of hope
Because its very pertinent to emotional recovery the loss or absence of a loving mother.
Lisa, I love you and your beautiful poem. xoxo