by Cindy Walker Burton

I wrote this poem for everyone who has suffered the profound loss of their mother. As you carry your grief, recall the memories and cherish the blessings that are the essence of your mother. You will always feel her essence, even in her absence. May the precious memories of our mothers abound in us and God’s love surround us.

All that remains are photos from the past.

Grief persists, the emptiness is vast.

Only God knew which day would be your last.

Mom, can you see me from heaven?

I reach out, but there’s no hand to hold.

Time heals all wounds (that’s what I’m told).

I treasure the memories, far more precious than gold.

Mom, can you see me from heaven?

I miss you with each and every breath.

I was not prepared for your death.

My broken heart is all that’s left.

Mom, can you see me from heaven?

Another holiday is here, and it’s so hard!

There’s no you, no reason to buy a card.

I try to smile, but I am scarred.

Mom, can you see me from heaven?

You’re in my thoughts and in my dreams.

You’re here in spirit (or so it seems).

You dwell with Christ who reigns supreme.

Mom, one day I’ll see you in heaven.