Deepest feeling
For the love of a daughter.
Nothing else compares,
Don’t even bother.
Born just a child,
Becomes a best friend.
All through the years
Does her love she send.
Through the world.
Through her words.
Through her hugs.
The bluest of eyes,
The tightest of hugs.
She would tell me,
Eventually in time,
That I was the love of her life,
As her eyes would shine.
Her eyes would light up
As she talked about me.
Such beautiful happiness,
And I know you’d agree.
Her love for me was so deep,
Yet I didn’t understand,
Until after she was gone
What was really at hand.
The bluest of eyes,
The tightest of hugs,
Hands fit perfectly together
Like a worn, warm glove.
All through her life
I was her constant love.
So pure and deep
Like a white, innocent dove.
Fear of losing me,
Was on her mind.
But our paths would be together,
God’s plan for us for all time.
Roles became reversed.
Love is never ending.
Even in death,
Our love is enduring.
The bluest of eyes,
The tightest of hugs,
Addiction for each other
I’m very honored of.
Your soft kisses of love
You left on my cheeks
Means so much even now,
It makes me feel weak.
Same nose. Same lips.
I see my Mom in reflections,
And it’s an honor to feel
So much affection.
I notice at times
When I laugh deep,
“Hey, that’s my Moms voice I hear!”
And I smile and leap.
The bluest of eyes,
The tightest of hugs,
The love of my life
Sent from above.
I’ve never felt
Such a connection.
It’s like a sense of
Protection.
My heart is full.
My heart is empty.
But I don’t want
Any sympathy.
Why?
Because I’ve experienced a love so strong,
That my heart and life are blessed.
So why would I be sad…
I’m honored! I must confess.
My first touch was you.
Your last touch was me.
There’s no other placed
I’d want to be.
You held me first.
I held you last.
I was honored to watch you go to heaven,
As I sat next to you when you passed.
The bluest of eyes,
The tightest of hugs,
Hands fit together perfectly
Like a worn, warm glove.Addiction for each other
I’m very honored of.
The love of my life
Sent from above.
Nothing else feels
Like a Mother’s love.
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