One of the hardest parts about grieving the death of a parent is not being able to just pick up the phone to give them a call. When my mom was still alive we used to talk on the phone all the time, but as I got older and my life became busier, those phone calls became more infrequent. Now, I’d give anything for another chance to talk to her again. Even though your life may seen really busy, don’t hesitate to pick up that phone and give your mom or dad a call to tell them you love them because you never know if you’ll have another chance.
Here is a poem I wrote about missing the sound of my mom’s voice. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave comments below.
The Sound of Your Voice
I still remember the sound of your voice,
And how it comforted me in our final years together,
Through all of those difficult times in my life,
Your words were all I needed,
To give me the strength to push through.
Now you left me to be with your Father,
But I cannot accept it, Mom, I cannot move on.
Your voice still lingers in my memory,
But it’s not enough sometimes,
Wake me up from this nightmare
That I’ve been living since you left.
Doctor’s visits, group therapy appointments,
Nothing I do can help me put an end to the sorrow,
That I feel everyday not being able to hear your voice,
To tell me once again that you love me.
Oh how I so badly want to pick up the phone,
To call you to tell you I’m sorry
For not being there that fateful day
When God and the Angels took you away.
I know I can’t have you back,
No matter how hard I pray,
But if there’s a way,
I need to hear you say,
“Allison, I love you and I’m right here,
Just open your heart and believe,
And you will find a way.”