A Piece Of Me

by Angie   Jan 14, 2015


A Piece Of Me

January fourth two thousand fifteen
a day I'll never forget
it's the saddest day of my life
it was the day when the Angels came
to bring you back home

I understand that your time here was over
you are no longer in any pain
breathing on your own again

you've spread your wings now
and have begun a new journey
safe travels are what I wish for you

yet the tears fall, moistening my cheeks
as I think of you and all the wonderful
memories we made together

you come to me in my dreams
smiling that beautiful smile
and although that warms my heart
it still hurts

because a piece of me died that day too

they say it gets better with time
so I guess I'll just wait and see

I miss you Mommy
and I love you too too much and a whole bunch

R.I.P.
Margaret Murray Gugliotta
August 19th, 1936 - January 4th, 2015
Loving Mom, Grandma and Great Grandma

Until we meet again
Forever in our hearts

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  • 2 years ago

    by James Garrett

    Angie, reading your poem has brought up memories of my own mom. She was like that. Always ready to give a hug, even to someone she had just met.

    Remember, this grief will pass and u will keep your mom alive in your mind as u start to rejoice that she is in a much better place. She is not grieving 4 us I think. A sharp blade cuts smoothly and the wound heals quickly. Many pains we experience in life are as from a rusty, jagged knife, causing infection of the soul that doesn't heal easily. We have all gone through those cuts in life. As I grow old I accept many things now that I would not have accepted when I was younger. I am slow to anger, looking at the other side.
    As Jesus once said, "Love your neighbor as yourself." Tall order but He said, "All the commandments are wrapped up in this one thing, to love your neighbor as yourself."
    God bless Angie.

  • 2 years ago

    by Angie

    Thank you to all of you for the beautiful, kind and thoughtful words and thoughts, it truly touches my heart. And thank you for the nomination as well.

    And I did enjoy this as well,thank you for that....
    http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2014/02/the-ambassador-of-bad-things.html

    Hugs to you all

  • 2 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This is a wonderfully penned piece, I enjoyed the heart here (not enjoyed... but I hope you understand what I mean considering the nature of this piece). I agree that the simplicity here is wonderfully done. Poetry is a wonderful thing in these kind of situations because it honestly helps grieving pass a little tiny bit smoother and I hope so very much that all else surrounding you is well. I am sorry for your loss though I believe you would enjoy

    http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2014/02/the-ambassador-of-bad-things.html

    Again I wish you well otherwise. Great piece. Very much so well worth the nomination.

  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Angela,

    I write from my heart in this comment, and with tears in my eyes, because I got the blessed honor of meeting your precious Mother. She was so beautiful... with eyes that sparkled just like her daughters... She had a smile that spread warmth across the room and I am honored to have known her... this write grabbed me, because I know her passing has saddened you deeply.. She has her wings, and she is so proud of you, I know she is... I love you and I loved this poem <3

  • 2 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This poem is so touching, and I can really feel your grief here, and justr how much you miss your Mommy, and what a wonderful person she was to all.

    I am so glad you decided to write this out, I do miss your writing, and when you let it out, you express it so well in a way others will feel comforted by, when perhaps they cannot express the grief they feel themselves.

    Your words really are touching in this one, and although they are simple, and honest, that is what makes it a poem which will hit readers hard.

    I hope poetry will be a comfort to you through this time.

    But if not..... you still smell.

    Hugs, please never stop writing. xx