Posts Tagged ‘Mom’

Winter’s Guest

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Help me now, stop me please
I’m begging, crying, on my knees
All I want is sweet release
from these haunted memories

Summer, winter, fall again
Where is Springtime, my old friend?
Haven’t seen it since I don’t know when
Seems its lost its way again

Blossoms gone, the breeze has died
Swaying branches, side by side
Rain keeps falling, far and wide
Leaving nothing left to hide

All laid bare, now laid to rest
Flowers pinned upon her breast
Music played, a last request
Forever stilled as Winter’s guest

© 2/17/2008 zawacki

Happy Birthday Mom

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

The rain and bitter winds
come tearing down again
whistling through the leaves and trees

You’ve left me for good
and November’s no friend
with it’s happy memories

In the back of my mind
I hear you call my name
But will never see your face

Two years have flown by
though every day is the same
with nothing in its place

Night falls hard
Sleep a bitter pill
dreams unbidden play

Day comes too soon
again against my will
Since you’ve gone away

With its dull ache
my heart is a stone
marking time it keeps beating

I am left grieving here
inside my head I’m alone
wanting and needing

The chance to say
goodbye with one last kiss
and a quick embrace

I would sell my soul
to turn back time to this
just to see your face

Words on the phone long ago
are all I’m left with today
and they will have to do

If I had only known then
it was the last time I could say
how much that I love you

© zawacki 2007
November 7, 2007 for Eulala Zawacki.

I lost my Angel

Sunday, December 25th, 2005

I lost my Angel
Here on earth
Lost her to God
For what that’s worth
Don’t cry I’m told
She was tired and old
She’s in a better place

So tell me why
I feel this way
Like all life’s colors
Have drained away
I can’t breathe
Let me grieve
Warm tears upon my face

I want to scream
Until my lungs collapse
She’s mine Goddammit
Bring her back
I’ll be a better son
I’m much too young
To never see her again

My heart beats
Though inside’s broken
My mind echoes
No words spoken
Stop the crying in my head
My Mother’s dead
I’ve lost my oldest friend

She was once
A whole world to me
The moon & stars
The laughing sea
Now forever lost
Part of the cost
To grow up into a man

I knew & loved her
For so long
Her smile, her laugh
Now she’s gone
Away from me
I’ll never understand

Why do you have
To lose some one
To realize what
You had when it’s gone
She was ready to go
Tired too, I know
But that doesn’t stop the pain

I miss my old Angel
Though I still feel her love
She watches over us now
From her place high above

In my heart I know
She can’t really go
So long as her memory remains

December 25, 2005
In memory of Eulala Zawacki
November 7, 1923- December 7, 2005
© 2005 Zawacki