Poem: I Want to Talk

I Want to Talk

 

By Nancy Whiting, Kenai


See Also


I want to talk to my mother.

Oh, how I wish I could,

to listen to her voice now silent,

to hear her laugh and call my name.

I want to talk to my mother,

but that is no longer possible,

and something I can only dream,

to call once more and say, “Hi Mom.”

I want to talk to my mother.

I’d love to hear that beautiful voice

singing to me “My Special Angel”,

but more than singing, more than that.

I want to talk to my mother.

I want to share what’s up with my life

and find out what’s new in hers;

Hear the wisdom she would offer.

I want to talk to my mother.

She always called me by that special name,

the nickname from mother to daughter,

the name no one else is allowed to use.

I want to talk to my mother.

I cannot always cry and miss her forever;

It will sometime have to get better,

but the loss is fresh and I miss her too much.

I want to talk to my mother.

More

Thu, 05/04/2017 - 12:08

Bookworm Sez: Hockey knowledge not needed for ‘Beartown’

Your favorite team cannot be beat. Read more

Around the Web