Moonlight Psyche

Dear Mother, I’m writing, you, this letter,
To let you know, I care;
I miss, seeing your friendly face,
And wish, I could, be there.
It seems, we’ll be together,
Only, in our, hearts and minds;
As, from, your side, I’ve wandered,
To greet, what, my soul, finds.

I love you, and the family,
And, my memories, are, so, clear;
Of all, the, happy times, together,
Filling me with, cheer.
Life, has, a way, of taking us,
Too fast, and, far away;
Where, looking back, I sometimes, wish,
That it was, yesterday.

I know, you, need a shoulder,
To cry on, now, and then;
Someone, to help you, thru, each day,
Giving, you, hope again.
Most, of your family’s, nearby,
But, no one’s, always, there;
Too busy, as strife, takes away,
The time, that’s, meant to share.

The days, get long, and harder, I know,
When, you’re, all alone;
For, Father, left you years ago,
To find, peace, of his own.
His, spirit, stays, ever, with you,
Until, you’re born, once more;
When, both, of you, cross over,
With God, thru Heaven’s door.

Though, I’m not there, to help you, now,
As once, you cared, for me;
I’ll send you, what, I have to share,
In, words of poetry.
I write, to say, "I’m sorry . . .
For being . . . what, I am";
Alone, and far from home,
I feel, that I’m, God’s, long-lost lamb.

Don’t cry, thinking, I’m lonely . . .
Because . . . I’m really, not;
My family, I keep near me,
In thoughts, and dreams, a lot.
Loved ones, no longer, with me . . .
Remain . . . within, my heart;
Where love and prayer, keep safe the souls,
I miss, since, being apart.

Remember, that, you’re wished, the best,
As, days, go, passing by;
And, know, you’re loved, for who you are,
Not, what you do, or why.
But, still, I feel, you’ve given, more,
Than most, to fill, all needs;
So, gratefully, I thank the Lord,
For you Mother, and your, good deeds.