WHEN MY TEARS RUN DRY

WHEN MY TEARS RUN DRY

by Dreamy Poetess

I still feel like crying because you're gone.

I'm trying to be okay and move on.

Our home will never ever be the same,

For no one answers when we call your name.

When you left us, it felt like yesterday.

How can I convince my heart to obey?

Life goes on even when you're not around.

I reach for comfort that I have not found.

I wish to hear your voice and see your smile,

Set aside everything just for a while.

Your sweet memories cause my heart to cry.

Maybe I'll move on when my tears run dry.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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WHEN THE TIME COMES

WHEN THE TIME COMES

by Dreamy Poetess

When the time comes, I will be okay.

But your memories will stay.

When the time comes, I will smile again.

Though my heart will still feel a dull pain.

Can this be true that you are gone?

Sometimes I wish I will wake and yawn,

And see that this is all a dream,

Illusions in my mind under the moonbeam.

When the time comes, my heart will accept.

And all the times when I have wept,

Will just be a testament of my silent plea,

To remove the shackle of grief and set my heart free.

When the time comes, I'll get used to this;

This world, that has lost its bliss.

Without you Mama, it will never be the same.

But for now, I'm still calling your name.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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NOT THE SAME

NOT THE SAME

by Dreamy Poetess

When tears stop falling, will I be okay?

It is not the same when you've gone away.

Looking at your picture is not the same.

My heart is looking for something to blame.

Is it my fault for not being with you,

When you said goodbye, I wish it's not true.

I want to think you're in a peaceful sleep.

I will never forget your love so deep.

I want to pretend you're just gone somewhere.

Sometimes it's better to be not aware.

I can't stop thinking what could have gone wrong.

I wish I've had time to offer a song.

Mama, I want to see you in my dreams.

To let my emotions flow like the streams.

I don't want to forget your gentle face.

If only I could still feel your embrace.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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STILL NOT OKAY

STILL NOT OKAY

by Dreamy Poetess

Is it okay if I'm still not okay?

When tears keep falling, heart drifting astray.

A source of my joy has now passed away.

My head's in the clouds; thoughts drift far away.

Is it okay if I'm still not okay?

My heart has this heaviness day by day.

It should not be a crime to feel dismay,

When every day feels like a rainy day.

Is it okay if I'm still not okay?

There is no fun in what I do or say.

It is hard to keep my feelings at bay.

I don't want to leave the bed where I lay.

Mama, tell me that things will be okay.

Because every day is a gloomy day.

I know very well that you could not stay,

Help me accept that you have gone away.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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GONE

GONE

by Dreamy Poetess

Mama, I lie awake and cannot sleep.

In the middle of the night that's so deep.

The rain falls, the wind howls, it is so cold.

I wish to hear the stories you have told.

Seasons will change, the rain will come and go.

What remains is the heart that loves you so.

I wish you're still here to feel your embrace.

Although I know you're in a better place.

I still remember when I was younger,

You used to come and make me feel better,

When I wake in the middle of the night,

You came with Papa and turned on the light.

Life seems different now that you are gone.

I close my eyes, count backwards up to one.

I stare at the picture on your social,

Reality made me emotional.

Mama, can you ease my pain like before?

If only I've said how much I adore,

Your voice, your face, all the things about you.

Now you're gone, my world is in grayish hue.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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WITHIN MY HEART

WITHIN MY HEART

by Dreamy Poetess

The quiet house folds shadows, dim and deep,

Where laughter once danced, now silence keeps.

The chair she claimed sits empty, still,

A hollow ache no time can fill.

The days unfold like brittle leaves,

Each one heavier than the grief it weaves.

I find her in the whispers near,

In every corner, I feel her here.

Mama, you held the storms inside,

Fought tides that broke yet would not hide.

Your voice, though soft, was fierce and true,

A lighthouse beam when skies turned blue.

Now, I tread the years we lost,

Haunted by the final cost.

But in the marrow of my soul,

Your memory is my quiet whole.

I carry you in unseen seams,

In midnight fears and fragile dreams.

And though the wound is raw and wide,

Within my heart, you still reside.

The grief is sharp, the pain profound,

Yet in this silence, love is found,

Mama, you will always be missed.

I still feel your hand that I kissed.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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LOST WITHOUT YOU

LOST WITHOUT YOU by Dreamy Poetess Mama, the house feels so lonely now, Like a stage where the lights went out somehow. Your laughter, a song I long to hear, Echoes only in memories, so clear. Two years we fought, hand in hand, so strong, Against a foe that lingered for so long. Sarcoma's shadow, a cruel, dark stain, Now just an echo of unbearable pain. October's chill took you away, Leaving me lost in a somber gray. November's earth now holds you tight, While I navigate this endless night. I'm a grown woman, they all say, But without you, I've lost my way. The world feels different, cold, and vast, A future uncertain, built on a broken past. Each morning dawns, a painful start, With the heavy ache within my heart. I search for you in every dream, Hoping this loss isn't what it seems. But reality bites, a bitter truth, You're gone, my days aren't smooth. And all that's left are tears I weep, And promises I couldn't keep. (In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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THE ABSENT LIGHT

THE ABSENT LIGHT by Dreamy Poetess The season turns, the air grows crisp and cold, Another leaf has fallen, tinged with rust. A date now marks a story to be told, A day you left us, turning into dust. I trace the lines upon your dark chair, The cushion still remembers where you sat. A scent of your soap hangs in the air, I turn to share a thought, but know I can’t. For two years, we walked the narrow, burning path, I watched your strength contend against the blight. I failed to shield you from every cutting wrath, I prayed you’d win the war throughout the night. The night is quiet, too polite and deep, It holds its breath where laughter used to bloom. I hear your voice in dreams before I sleep, Then wake to face the small, empty room. I wear your blouse, soft and slightly worn, And feel a comfort in the threads that once belonged to you. A woman grown, yet feeling so forlorn, An anchor lost, a silent, sudden blue. The fourth day of this month, we had to lay Your tired body down beneath the ground. Now every dawn begins in shades of gray, Mama, I miss the sound. I hold the picture of your knowing smile, And try to fathom how to now exist. It feels only yesterday you stayed a little while, How do I break this mist? I move through motions, numb and incomplete, A broken rhythm where the melody was clear. I search for sweetness in the bitter street, I wish that you were here. (In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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FINAL DAYS

FINAL DAYS

by Dreamy Poetess

The final days of the tenth were cruel,

I hated words, like “sarcoma.”

I watched you fight, a desperate duel,

And held your hand despite the drama.

The world insists on moving on,

The first dark week of November.

I washed the cup you drank upon,

And folded your clothes I can’t remember.

I browse your phone, then hold tight,

A moment that I can’t undo.

The silence in the dead of night

Is just your voice, cut right in two.

A woman grown, I should be strong,

I manage bills and face the day.

But in your house, where I belong,

I’m just a child who’s lost her way.

They say the grief will ebb and flow,

A hollow in the air you filled.

But how a missing heart can grow,

Is a new language, unfulfilled.

The chair you used is empty now,

A monument to what I lack.

I trace the memory of your brow,

And will the universe to bring you back.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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THE WEEK AFTER

THE WEEK AFTER

by Dreamy Poetess

I just saw your cup on the table’s edge,

still has its water, a quiet pledge.

Your pillow still guards the old chair,

as if you’d rise and find me there.

The days blur thin; October’s close,

Your breath went soft, the room's light froze.

I touched your hand. It wasn’t warm.

The silence took its final form.

They said you’d fought, you’d borne the pain,

That faith would wash what time can’t drain.

But faith feels small in the evening rain,

And I am lost. Your name remains.

I fold the clothes you used to wear,

Pretend you’re napping somewhere there.

Your scent still clings to threads of white,

A ghost that hums through every night.

On November fourth, we let you rest,

Beneath the sky you always blessed.

And though they say you’ve found release,

My heart won’t learn that kind of peace.

I talk to air, to stars, to dust,

To the quiet where I place my trust.

Mama, if love could build a stair,

I’d climb it just to find you there.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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SOMEDAY SOMEHOW

SOMEDAY SOMEHOW

by Dreamy Poetess

Here I am, sitting alone in the crowd,

Not caring for anything anymore;

Not even for things that once made me proud.

I am not the same as I was before.

I don’t know what to feel at this moment;

Feeling things is already exhausting.

I don’t even want to make a comment

On the things that once were so exciting.

Maybe if the impossible happened,

I would be witnessing a miracle,

Just to see you and hold you once again;

I need to free my heart from this shackle.

I must let go, though I do not want to;

Clinging to this pain makes me remember.

It makes me feel like I’m still close to you,

But I can’t stay in this grief forever.

Life must go on, and I need to move on.

Memories remain as the pain turns dull.

Someday, somehow, I will stop holding on.

That’s what you would want for me after all.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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LOST IN THE DARK

LOST IN THE DARK

by Dreamy Poetess

Should I ask why I am lost in the dark?

Right now my life, lost its prettiest spark.

Feeling numb, weak; why does it feel this way?

My heart feels like it’s drifting far astray.

I wish Mama would sing some lullabies.

I want to think that there are no goodbyes.

I will see her again when the time comes.

I count all the days and count all the sums.

It hasn’t been long since Mama’s been gone.

I tried to find solace, but there is none.

I know that loss is inevitable,

But that doesn’t make it acceptable.

Why is it so hard to reach acceptance?

Should I force my heart and its resistance?

For now, I am still so lost in the dark.

I’ve lost someone who left a lasting mark.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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EMPTY SPACE

EMPTY SPACE

by Dreamy Poetess

I feel like half of my world just collapsed,

Feeling lost, disoriented, overwhelmed.

The world feels so different without you;

It feels like you took the colors with you.

Mama, tell me how to endure this pain.

Mama, I tried to be okay in vain.

Mama, I wish to see you in my dreams,

But it won’t pacify my silent screams.

Mama, tell me how to move on from this.

Without you now, my world has lost its bliss.

I miss you, Mama; your warmth, voice, and face.

Nothing can ever fill this empty space.

I will go on, continue with my life,

Although I feel like I’m stabbed with a knife.

Because that is what will make you happy;

That your children will live your legacy.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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MAMA

MAMA

by Dreamy Poetess

Mama, I still reach for you.

The flowers will bloom, the wind may be harsh or kind,

But nothing fills the space you leave behind.

I whisper your name where the silence grows,

Hoping somehow your spirit knows.

Your warmth still lingers, soft and near,

In every breath, I wish to feel you here.

Mama, I was never the perfect daughter;

I stopped asking if you were proud of me, or never.

But I know your love for me has never wavered.

Your face will always have that glow;

So pretty, so pure, as I’ve always known;

The face that comforted me wherever I go.

Love doesn’t wait for time to start;

It lives, unbroken, in my heart.

Until the twelfth of never, wherever I may be,

You are my home, still loving me.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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