Poem about this time of year without mum

Autumn Days

The crisp morning sitting by the fire.

With a hot cup of tea, cosy and feeling free.

Opening the door sun shining in my face.

That time of year again. Feels like a warm embrace.

Autumn breeze golden leaves.

Happy times for some.Tears fall down my face.

The grief is still raw even though it’s been so long.

Seems harder this year, somehow.

Decorations going up,christmas songs a jolly time.

New year coming,Then February the 2nd the last. goodbye

Hope your watching from somewhere near by.

I miss you mam no one will ever take your place.

I will always remember the smile on your face.

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This is really nice. I hope writing this brought you some confort

Thank you.It does it helps.

Lovely, really captures how painful and unmoving grief can feel as the seasons change. I thought I’d share a poem my late grandma wrote when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I kept it and we shared it at her funeral.

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I am sorry for your loss.Thank you and thank you for sharing your poem it is beautifully written, i wish i could write like that.I only started writing poetry after my mum died, it started with a poem at her funeral i wrote and it continued from there.It helps me get my feeling’s down on paper.

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I was surprised that it’s the only poem she ever wrote, she always told us she wasn’t booksmart but it’s beautiful!

I’m sorry to hear about your mum, I’m sure she would love to read your poems to her. I’ve been writing poems too, it’s a helpful way to process grief and keep someone’s memory alive. Keep writing :heart: