Loss of a mother poem for funeral: losing mom, the woman every human being is touched by – good or bad – is a loss unlike any other. As you search for comfort, know she will always mother you in the silent, unconscious actions of the life you live.
by Joshua Cintron
Though the sun rises on the Eastern
Seaboard this day, my heart is gloomy,
saddened at the loss of
my mother— the woman who cradled
me with her hugs as warm as a wool blanket,
and kissed the delicate skin of my forehead
as a newborn.
She is gone.
Unable to rescue me from the noose of pain
strangling the breath from my lungs
right now. I must somehow
dig out of this anguish that feels like
quicksand; search for the will to continue
living without my mom,
someone I treasured and trusted more
than anyone else, even myself.
I must believe, find solace in knowing
that she will continue mothering me
in her new home—a place I shall one day call
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