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Friday, January 16, 2015


Hello all, from Artsieladie!

In our lifetime we can and likely will have many friends. But.. we only have ONE Mother and when one's Mom passes away, the surrealism of her being gone will hit you like nothing ever will in your life if one is blessed with a great Mom as I have been. There will never be a day that I won't be missing her but I do have the solace knowing that I talked with her a lot, spent time with her, and made sure she KNEW how much I Loved her and will always Love her. We can never get back the missed opportunities to spend with and talk to those dear to us we Love and lose. ♥ 
"Nobody's Home"

She stepped on the walkway of crumbling concrete,
Familiar terrain albeit to her infrequent feet.
As she glanced around, memories from the past,
Flooded her thoughts, memories made to last.

There was no hurry in her step and when at the door,
She felt more hesitation and tarried a bit more.
She hadn't been here in too long awhile,
Always just too busy with her lifestyle.

But she pushed aside the nagging, guilty pang,
Pressed the doorbell button, listened as it rang.
Her dog barked and whimpered in anticipation,
Had waited so long to see her, excited elation.

As she stood waiting, her thoughts she did explore,
Rehearsing what she'd say with the opened door.
A few moments passed but the door remained closed.
Again pressed the button, emotions still composed.

Again the dog carried on with his anxious cries.
Where was the one inside began the asking whys.
But then she thought, I'll go to the other door,
Where she could enter and see why, to implore.

As she made her way in, though the dog was glad,
She felt a gripping panic, a sinking feeling, sad.
Then she heard the Angels' Choir singing from on High.
The soul had gone Home before she could say good-bye.

And the Angels sang...
"There's nobody here to open the door!
There's no body here, this home, any more.
We've carried away
This soul today
To Eternally Rest on God's Heavenly Shore."

All the times she was too busy, the things she'd meant to say,
Now the chances were all gone with no another day.
Everyone who had come before, everything, and other,
Were now so unimportant for gone was now her Mother.

Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
©2015-01-16 19:08:00 (EST)
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