A Photograph, Watch And Urn, By Brian37
March 13
Amost 2 weeks out
Surreal, not true
I don't want it to be
Picture this
A photograph of Reagan's erra
Mom and I
Her infectious smile
Old photograph
Of happiness
Never fades
In my mind
The watch on my wrist
Once her christmas gift
I look down at now
With bittersweet stare
I cant look at too long
I cant look away
Either way
The void brings me pain
And all I have left
Is an urn
I want her smile
I want her laugh
I want the life
In that photograph
I want the smile
When I gave her the watch
But all I have left
Is the urn
It cannot call me
On the phone
To tell me she loves me
Or take her to shop
Her ashes cant
Laugh at my bad jokes
I gently touch the watch
But it does not respond
Like my mom
Full of life, is what I want
Almost two weeks out
It's still surreal
A photograph, a watch
All that's left is an urn
I talk to the photographs
Just the same
The don't respond
I desperately want them to
I talk to the urn
Neither does it
All that is left
Are mom's ashes
You cant have mom
Do you hear me time?
Do you understand
I know you don't care about my pain!
I have that photograph
I wear this watch
And although you left me
With an urn
DAMN YOU TIME
I have her still
All you did
Was take nature's toll
I am still here
Mom is still with me
No not in the urn
I carry more that that
Mom is in me
Mom is in my friends
Mom is all the positive
Things she has done
She is in
That photograph
She is the reason
I gave her that watch
I hate this surreal
Urn that is left
I want that life
In the watch and photographs
No even trade
No thank you time
I want her
Not this urn you perscribed
Almost two weeks out
Quit reminding me time
That you wait for no one
Not even my mom
One more year
One more month
One more day
One more hour
One more hour
Please time please
Even one more minute
Please time please
Please time please
Anything, anything
Anthing time, anything
Besides this urn you left me with
March 13
Amost 2 weeks out
Surreal, not true
I don't want it to be
Picture this
A photograph of Reagan's erra
Mom and I
Her infectious smile
Old photograph
Of happiness
Never fades
In my mind
The watch on my wrist
Once her christmas gift
I look down at now
With bittersweet stare
I cant look at too long
I cant look away
Either way
The void brings me pain
And all I have left
Is an urn
I want her smile
I want her laugh
I want the life
In that photograph
I want the smile
When I gave her the watch
But all I have left
Is the urn
It cannot call me
On the phone
To tell me she loves me
Or take her to shop
Her ashes cant
Laugh at my bad jokes
I gently touch the watch
But it does not respond
Like my mom
Full of life, is what I want
Almost two weeks out
It's still surreal
A photograph, a watch
All that's left is an urn
I talk to the photographs
Just the same
The don't respond
I desperately want them to
I talk to the urn
Neither does it
All that is left
Are mom's ashes
You cant have mom
Do you hear me time?
Do you understand
I know you don't care about my pain!
I have that photograph
I wear this watch
And although you left me
With an urn
DAMN YOU TIME
I have her still
All you did
Was take nature's toll
I am still here
Mom is still with me
No not in the urn
I carry more that that
Mom is in me
Mom is in my friends
Mom is all the positive
Things she has done
She is in
That photograph
She is the reason
I gave her that watch
I hate this surreal
Urn that is left
I want that life
In the watch and photographs
No even trade
No thank you time
I want her
Not this urn you perscribed
Almost two weeks out
Quit reminding me time
That you wait for no one
Not even my mom
One more year
One more month
One more day
One more hour
One more hour
Please time please
Even one more minute
Please time please
Please time please
Anything, anything
Anthing time, anything
Besides this urn you left me with