Blogging Poetry

10,659 days.

Happy birthday, mom.

Today is your birthday.

You would be 73 years old;

born of the Silent Generation,

your life was filled with

pain and suffering.

I’m so sorry for that.

It’s enraging

to think you’ve been gone

10,659 days.

A bit more than 29 years,

29 years with no compass:

we’ve been lost.

I don’t have many pictures,

so I’m forgetting

your face.

But, Mother,

I still remember

the smell of your hair

when you hugged


43 years.

I’m now the same age

as when you chose to leave,

but that’s not my


Happy Birthday, Mom.

© CGT, 2017.

Nancy Thompson 23 yrs

If Heaven and Hell decide that both are satisfied

and illuminate the “NO”s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks

Then I’ll follow you into the dark”

-Benjamin Gibbard

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