My Mother

The Last Hug

It is a memory that continues to provoke
The last hug
I didn't want that moment to end
But it is now somewhat forgotten

I cry. I weep. Then I begin to hate
Why? Please give me an answer

I am now a man. Without you, Mother
Do you not wish to see who I have become?
Because I resent no more
I just want to hug you again

Poetry by Richard Wilson
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Written on 2011-07-24 at 16:27

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How beautifully sad this poem is


Touch is a powerful thing, tangible in the memory, you seem to have gone full circle and the longing for what you were left with is apparent.

That all important hug..The cure all to our childish problems.. how we miss the warmth of a hug that is no longer there.

A very good and thought provoking piece.

I relate to this; a very moving piece. It recalls 'The Living Years', beautiful in its simplicity. Stay strong.