  Do you ever look down from on high See me and wonder if I cry. Do you ever think of the days we spent at the end, With me taking care of you, my mother my friend. Did you hear the words I said to you there in the dark; Did you know I cried, not wanting us to part. Did you know I stared out the window And prayed the hardest prayers, And softly brushed back your long silver hair. Did you know I never left that place for the entire 28 days; That I sat in there beside you thinking of the ways that I could make you love me the way I needed to be. That I needed you to stay. I wanted all our differences to be fixed and gone and forgotten, I didn't want our relationship to be so God awful rotten. I wanted you to hold me, and rock me in your arms To tell me that you would always keep me from any harm. The one time I left you, on that 29th day That's when you decided to go, slip away. I couldn't believe you didn't say good bye That I had sat there watching, not wanting you to die. I loved you and you loved me, we both know that, you would just always say, "you're too much like me Kat." But on this day of celebration when children show their love, All that I can do is hope that up above You know deep down how much I wanted you to stay And I wish you would have waited, just one more day... Kathalise Martin May 2, 2000 Rain falls gently misting the leaves on this tree called life. It sends down it's drops to water our life with tears and heartache. The sun peeps out behind the clouds and says, "go have a new beginning" We try, and we find that the rain just continues to fall, only heavy now. The flood gates open and the rush of emotion causes us to move backwards to a time and place when the rain was just for happy times in youth. Someday the rain shall end, and the clouds will roll away, the sun will shine, and I can say, "It's been five years today since she left and I'm going to be ok..." Kathalise Martin Aug.6th, 2000 Fifth Anniversary Of My Mother's Death |