Guardian Angel

She is not gone, just promoted ….higher love, higher title…from Mother to Guardian Angel

For: Michelle and the rest of friends & family of the Adamson family

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I should cry because nature took back one of my most prized possessions

but then again I should smile because a mother on earth is a guardian angel in heaven

 

I should cry because she is gone either way

but then again I should smile because she is not forgotten,

who could forget her, not me, not my family, not my friends.

 

I should cry because she is not with me

no wait, that is a lie, she lives through me

I am her daughter, a reflection of her runs through my veins

Her memory lives in my heart, and i managed to snap some of them with my camera

 

So she never really left did she?

She cannot touch my hands anymore but she lives in my soul

So even though I might not be aware of it, I know she is in this room, this place, this heart

And that’s even closer than before, since once upon a time she couldn’t open my room door if i closed it

 

Now as my guardian angel, that is 24 hours of non stop affection

why cry? I never lost her, she just got promoted.

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A Mother’s Cry

She remembers the pain she felt

When he came

She wondered and searched for

The perfect name

She was the first to feel his touch

No other being could love him as much

As she does, he’s her bundle of laughter

She stood by him even with the absence of a father

 

She taught him, she was a teacher

She stood strong, she was a father

She embraced him, she was a mother

She provided, she was a bread winner

She was there for his first steps

Her name was his first words, she’ll never forget

She watched him grow into the man

His father was not

She saw him as an angel, she loved him a lot

 

And now you took him away

And expect her to live out the days

While she remembers, while she mourns

It was yesterday for her that he was born

She died, when he died

No emotion compares to a mother’s cry