September 1st
A true poem for my dearest mother,
may she rest forever in peace.

Eight years ago,
someone I truly loved
was taken away from me,
into the chilling depths of frozen immortality.
Eight years ago,
I lost my own.

Sometimes,
when I'm all alone,
I still call out to my Mimi,
my mom,
my mommy,
my mama,
my mother true.
Eight years is a long time,
and
it will just get longer.

Eight years ago,
on September 1st, 2001,
my mother died,
and
yes,
of course,
I cried.

Every year,
I shed a tear,
and every year,
I realize how much is gone,
how much was stolen.

Eight years ago,
I was a lil lass of five,
with skirts, Barbies, and lollipops,
and
I was someone who adored her mommy.
I treasured all I had with her,
even if it wasn't ever much.
Though,
who could expect so much from a teenage mother?

Eight years.
That's quite a fair number.

I shall never get to talk to her about boys,
I shall never get to beg her to take me shopping,
I shall never get to have a talk with her about my day,
I shall never get to hear her voice again,
or run my pale fingers through her silken brown hair.
Never.

Despite what I've lost,
I can't help but be glad I gained,
even if it hurts me so.

I shall always have the memories of her brushing my hair,
I shall always have the memories of her holding me tight,
I shall always have the memories of going on a car ride with her,
I shall always have the memories of her reading to me until my ice eyes closed,
I shall always have the memories,
and
I shall always have the ghost of her love.

Eight years ago,
someone I truly loved
was taken away from me,
into the chilling depths of frozen immortality.
Eight years ago,
I lost my own.

Sometimes,
when I'm all alone,
I still call out to my Mimi,
my mom,
my mommy,
my mama,
my mother true.

Eight years ago,
September 1st, 2001,
my Mimi died,
but
even so,

I shall always have the memories,
and
I shall always have the ghost of her love.

I shall always have the ghost of her
love.