April 3, 2025
Note: This one was harder to write, there is a first draft titled Missing my Mother that does not have consistent syllables per line and is 5 stanzas. In fact I am including the 10 syllable stanza that I removed to make this a modern sonnet in ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH with the first volta in the middle and the second at the last stanza.
I used to search around for tomorrow,
More often than not, anywhere but here,
I would search for happiness far from home,
Always running away from all my fears.
Getting lost in my dark forest each day,
I would find myself lost amongst the trees,
And though each time that I would lose my way,
I knew I could count on you to find me.
It has been hard to know that you are gone,
It seems I have lost my moral compass.
I’m embarrassed to be lost and alone,
Sadly wallowing in my own disgust.
And then I find the little part of me,
With this love that has never been more true,
I realize that you’ve always been here,
This little part of me that once was you.
This stanza fell in the middle of the poem as the third stanza.
I’d delve a little too deep, too alone
Lost in my darkened imagination,
You always took the time to guide me home,
Always loved and safe in your protection.
Original Poem
Missing My Mother
April 2, 2025
I used to search for tomorrow,
More often than not, anywhere but here,
I’d search for happiness far from home,
Always running away from my fears.
I’d get lost in my own dark forest,
And I would lose myself amongst my trees,
Each time I would lose my way,
I could count on you to come find me.
And when I would delve a little too deep,
And be lost in my darkened imagination,
You would take the time to guide me home,
Loved and safe in your protection.
And I know that you are gone,
I seem to have lost my own compass.
I am embarrassed to find myself all alone,
Sadly wallowing in my own disgust.
And then I find the little part of me,
A love that has never been more true,
And realize that you’ve always been here,
The part of me that once was you.