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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