A part of me that is you

(For Aurora Villamiel Tierra-Cardenas on her fifth month of joining God and on what could have been her 63rd year: September 20, 1943  -  April 10, 2006)

Which part of me is you?

Is it my eyes? My nose? My lips?

Definitely not my forehead

I got it from dad

Is it my forgiving nature?

Is it my gentleness?

Is it every drop of tear that I shed each time?

Is it my voice?

Is it my gift of words?

From the mirror I see

An image that was once you with me… =’(

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I miss you mom. So much. The house is desolate. It’s quiet. And I’m alone and empty.

2 Responses to “A part of me that is you”

  1. Joan Says:

    Awww Precious, your poem made me cry… I really felt your sadness in every line– but I’m glad that you’re such a strong woman to still be able to smile, laugh and laugh even after such a loss.

  2. Precious Says:

    Thanks Joan, it was her fifth month of death yesterday. Nalimutan ko. Tapos parang pinaalala niya. Napaiyak ako.

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