*M.O.Y.A*
*M.O.Y.A* Today. A really rough day. Gotta push through some type of way! Can't believe it's been 2 years! Still no difference with my tears. Can't call, Can't write, Think of you Day and night. Aunt, Sister, Daughter, MOM, I ran to you to remain calm. Very far you went away, Part of me gone, When I got the call that day. Didn't feel right. Wasn't true to me. Then I finally came to reality. No more walks No more talks. Gone In a blink of an eye Deep inside I try to hide All these tears I want to cry I shake, I tremble, No way this can be true Literally, yesterday I was on the phone with you I Dream of you day and night. You're guiding me through my life. Shine like the diamond that you are So very bright You're my star! I Pray harder now then ever before, You taught me that And so much more. A mark you left on this earth. A legend u were. U knew you're worth! As an only child I never really new The bond you can have with someone Then I started spending more time with you. Like my older sister that I never had U always made me smile Think positive Not bad This too shall pass I declare it in the Bible Words you always spoke You truly were my idol Black sheep of the family Rebels I'd like to say A force to be reckoned with We always found a way Your life, Too soon, Came to an end. Can't wait for the day, I see you, Again!
About this poem
I wrote this poem last year. 2 years after my aunt passed away. Our bond was so amazing. Her passing happened unexpectedly. I was pregnant with my now almost 3 year old daughter who in honor of my aunt we named her what she asked which is Milani. I miss you Titi Moya. Shine bright like a diamond (our favorite song,I even have a tattoo of a diamond just for her.
Written on January 20, 2022
Submitted by Nessacruz357 on January 21, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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