Snowy days with mum

 Hello Dear readers, 

I hope all is going well in your lives. Mine... it's a little eh at the moment. 

It was my Mum's birthday yesterday, not that she was here to celebrate with me. She hasn't been around since I was fourteen so it has been a while since I've seen her. You can't blame her, you can't control death... He has this peaceful expression that draws you in to his cold and ridged arms as he comes to sinisterly take you away from everyone that cares about you. He is cruel and deadly whisking you away on a flying carpet ride over the rainbow making it seem like a happy time like the little mermaid ride at Disney world. I miss her. I know she loves and misses me, where ever she is... 

It's been snowing where I am. Not much, just slightly. Mum used to love snow, but I didn't when I was younger... I have a picture of us standing in the porch as I was too afraid to leave the warm embrace of the house, I don't remember much though... I was a baby, a sweet innocent child with the world wrapped around my finger. I took the snow as a sign yesterday of mummy coming down from above to say hello, to show me she is here. To show me she loves me.

I wanted to write a poem for her, so here I go. Enjoy.

Snowy Days With Mum

Snowy days with Mum Is a soft patched blanket of memories, A cold haven of bliss woven into the fabric. Standing there in the doorway Looking into the light of the sparkling artworks falling from the heavens above. A tranquil experience.

Snowy days without Mum Hold the thoughts of hurt and tears, Chilling your bones in the inescapable grief. Your heart is as cold as the frostbite overcomes you, suffocating you in it's painful icy grasp. A heart aching blizzard.

Snowy days with Mum Is the sweet comfort of holding a teddy bear, Letting the smells take you back to a time of hot cocoa and snowmen.  Sitting by the window with the warmth of the heater Like that numbness and strange warmth of the cold Grabbing you and pulling you along further into the snowball fights and fun. A peaceful memory hugging you, Changed not forgotten.

I'm sitting there with Mum.

It isn't my best, which isn't the greatest either but I wanted to share in case anyone else has gone through a similar thing. You feelings are valid no matter what they are and it's okay to feel them. Don't be afraid to reach out and talk, it might help!

Goodbye for now Dear readers.