When a loved one passes on, they might have gone, but they leave behind a song.
A friend, who recently lost her mum, shared how her mum had taught each of her children a song they could call their own.
Now whenever she sings that song, and wow does she sing her song, her mum’s legacy lives on and on.
Written by Suraj Shah. Inspired by greatness.
Dear mum,
Today marks six years since we were last together,
Yet it seems we have not been apart.
You may not be here with us in person,
Yet you live through each and every part of me.
There are days I find myself drunk in the darkness,
Yet I remember your laughter in both ups and downs.
At times I feel stuck and struggle to breathe,
Yet your calm and patience is now setting me free.
No problem too big and no matter too small,
Always eager to listen and be present at all times.
It may be six long years since you were last with us,
But your light continues to shine bright within me.
I don’t miss you, mum. Your virtues live on.
Your son,
Suraj
Poem by Suraj Shah. Inspired by greatness.
It’s 6am.
I turn to give you a good morning kiss.
But you’re no longer here.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 7am.
I prepare four slices of toast.
But you won’t join me for breakfast.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 8am.
I turn on the heated seats in the car.
But you won’t be driven to work today.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 12pm.
I start dialling your number on the phone.
But you won’t be answering your phone.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 5pm.
I’ve left work and can’t wait till dinner.
But you won’t be at home preparing it.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 6pm.
I reach home and put the key in the door.
But you’re not waiting to greet me.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 7pm.
I put on my walking shoes to take a stroll.
But you won’t be walking alongside me.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 8pm.
I reach for the remote to watch our show.
But you won’t be laughing along with me.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 10pm.
I say “come darling, lets go to bed”.
But you won’t be sleeping next to me.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s 11pm.
I reach out for a warm cuddle.
But the bed is cold and empty.
You’re no longer here and I miss you.
It’s midnight.
I look within and find God.
You may not be here with me, but
I no longer miss you so much.
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