Tears drop down….


When eyes are filled with tears and you are choking thinking about your beloved mother who was dearer than yourself. How much you loved and wanted to be with her, talk and laugh together. So many hurdles were then making you stay apart, and one day she left forever. No goodbyes, no hugs, no tap on the back. Just for a second I could smell that fragrance and it was gone. I called out..so loud and cried so long, yet I couldnโ€™t make my mother hear..my last wish ..was to be near.IMG-20200303-WA0002

My dear mumma, I promised myself to be a good person so that when I die I could meet you at heavenโ€™s gate. You will greet me as always, with a smile and nod of head.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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