Reflections of Her

Please forgive the juvenille nature of this poem. I wrote this at age 14 in response to realizing my mother was really never coming back but I knew one day I would see her again.

Reflections of the days gone by
Reflections of the days I cry
I think of her and here they come,
one by one they run.
Reflections of the day she died
Reflections of the day I cried
I found out that she gone
but soon discovered life would go on
I love her dearly and I miss her too
For others, like me, also do
The day my mother died was a day
in which all she knew had cried
She had many firends both far and near
most very close and all very dear.
When she had left half my life went too
I miss her and this much is true
I'll see her someday in the cherished sky
When this day comes, I will no longer cry

Written by Rachele (Bone) Posey at age 14