Using poetry to overcome fear of leaving an orphan child

What would mum have done?

Today I wonder what mum would have done

If she was beside me

But she’s long, long gone.

I hear this voice inside my head

That keeps reminding me:

“Dear, she lives in you.

In each bit of your body, mind, soul and more,

Your mum is beside you, inside you and roars.

She roars like a lioness

When you’re in despair.

Fear nothing, my darling,

You know what is best

For you’re living in her own, personal nest.

The walls and the objects are full of her soul

As mums leave behind them

Like a district patrol,

a trail, a path, a road to take home.  

What else do you want since you still have it all?

Your siblings are full of her ways, just like you.

they might know things you thought you also knew

But it’s not, as the mothers like the whole lot

To love one another as if she was right there.

You have many bits of your mother in you.

Just sit on that chair where she used to sit too

And you’ll see how the vision of what she’d have done

Will come in a flash to your quieted mind”

I miss mum

I miss my mum,

I want a hug

I’m sad and lonely

And would be lovely

To feel her arms

hold tight around me.

Then comes the inner voice, once more:

“You have your siblings who share your loss,

They also have the need for hugs,

Go find them, check on them,

See what they’re doing.

Sometimes we must stop by her doing,

She gave you brothers, she gave you sisters,

So why don’t you look into that, dear mister?”

I wish mum was here

I wish, I wish,

Just like a fish

In its limited bowl,

The same control

Of ups and downs

Or rights and lefts,

That I could see, hear,

Smell and touch my

Long gone mother

I can’t approach.

I have her looks,

I hear them say,

So in the mirror

I tend to portray

Whatever memory

Left I have.

But as time passes by

They fade away

And in the mirror

Where she’s to be

I just see me,

Her daughter Fay.

Or it could be her son Larry

Boy or girl,

mothers love them all,

There’s no distinction

For it’s an addiction

A mother and baby

Will find their reward

That they’ll keep forever

Even being apart.

So, go there my baby,

Move on, my child,

You’ll feel her own feelings,

You’ll think her own thoughts,

Just find the trigger

In the places she sought,

The surroundings will tell you,

They will switch on her thoughts

That will come to you quickly

As if they were your own

For in you, my dear baby,

Lives your mother forever,

This is not wishful thinking,

This is epigenetics.

You inherit her looks

and her most inner feelings,

That will flourish on top

When you find that ambiance

That makes her genes happy.

They will speak to you clear

They will tell you

“My dear, I have never really left,

I live in you today, yesterday

And every single day.

Remember that way to the school

We so many times drove by?

Go there and you’ll feel

From tip of head to heel

That I’m still by your side

I have never been gone

I'm right next to your room,

In the dorm or the broom

That so many chats heard

It’s not even the brush

But the act that brings it all back.

I’m in you, in your soul.

Just breathe deep and relax

And your wish will come true”.