Drinking my coffee

Drinking my coffee
Drinking my coffee,
This third Mother’s Day without you,
In your home, now my home,
I miss you so,
As when the very moment you left,
Left this earth,
Wishing you were still here with me,
To talk to,
To laugh with.
See you smile,
I want to call on you the telephone,
Tell you I love you, and
Thank you for all that you have done for me,
For loving me unconditionally,
When I was feeling sad,
You could always make things better,
To not take any shit from anyone,
To not listen to anyone who says I can’t do something;
You always looked on the positive side,
Even when things looked gloomy,
And going so wrong,
You always took the bad and made it positive,
I try to do the same,
I think I do it alright,
I just want to make you proud;
My mom,
My anchor,
My guardian angel,
You always persevered;
Watching me from above,
Making sure I live,
Smile, laugh, and persevere too,
Always to look on the positive side of things;
You are right beside me still,
I can still talk to you every day,
It’s ok to be sad, I know,
Once in awhile I have those moments,
Creep up on me,
Like when I am driving down the road to the house,
An overwhelming feeling that I am just coming to visit,
Only a moment though,
Seemed so surreal,
Times I still have a hard time believing,
You’re not here…anymore,
the same as you once were,
As I am now;
I try not to be sad…too often,
Because I know in my heart,
You want me to live on,
Smile and laugh,
And remember you, as you were,
smiling and laughing;
as I sit and drink my coffee,
remembering you,
I smile,
With a slight tear beginning to form in my eye.




By Kristin N. Hurtig, May 2015©