This poem is about my mother who I lost almost 4 years ago and who I miss now more than ever. I have not cried a lot for my mother, because I don’t cry as much now and always struggled to cry in funerals or when people die, it’s a very strange feeling. But I suffer so much with the feeling of missing her and not being able to speak to her or hug her one more time. I’m constantly haunted by the fact that the last time I spoke with her I had no idea it would be the last time.
An Invitation
I’m inviting you over,
not because we’re in lockdown,
or because I can’t visit anyone,
or receive anyone. I’m not lonely.
I’m inviting you over
because I miss you terribly and
the thought of never seeing you again
hurts too much. My chest is so tight
it could be this disease, but I know
it isn’t. I know it’s the pain of missing you.
If you come to visit, I can hug you
one more time; but this time I will
hold you for longer.
Well done, a loss is a hard thing to cope with.
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