Days Are Gone
by Mary Etta Metcalf
days past long ago when she walked with me
when i could reach deep into her soul and see her
seeing her as she use to be…my mother…my friend
those day are gone…my time with her is past
bridging the gap between her and me was hard
seeing her slip into that abyss of her world
filled my heart with sadness…yet for a time we were one
those days are gone…my time with her is past
letting her be herself…yet letting her know i was there
held a richness all its own…i lost a mother…but gained a friend
sharing our short time together…just her and me
those days are gone my time with her is past
she gave me a whole lifetime…hers and mine
though i feel her loss…i treasure her memories forever
alzheimers will never take those away from me
those day are gone my time with her is past
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: A Bard’s Epitaph:
- Admiration of the Peach and the Light by Miles
- Valhalla
- Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
- june_sick_room.html
- Олег Бундур – Если вы придёте в лес
- A Woman’s Apology poem – Alfred Austin
- Reverie Of Mahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank
- Владимир Маяковский – Нынче бар в России нет… (Главполитпросвет №37)
- What We Leave Behind by Robert Saltzman
- At Sea by Sara Teasdale
- A Terre by Wilfred Owen
- The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes by Rabindranath Tagore
- A Poetry Reading At West Point by William Matthews
- Little Talk
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