I’m Entering Another New Year without My Mother beside Me

I’m entering another new year without my mother beside me.

Another new year without her love.

Another new year without her support.

And another new year without her encouragement.

I’m entering another new year without my mother beside me.

Another new year without her listening ear.

Another new year without her advice when I’m struggling.

And another new year without her voice.

I’m entering another new year without my mother.

Another new year without her sense of humor.

Another new year without her smile.

And another new year without her laugh.

I’m entering another new year without my mother.

Another new year without her writing.

Another new year without her artwork.

And another new year without her sewing.

I’m entering another new year without my mother.

Another new year without her emails.

Another new year without her phone calls.

And another new year without her visits.

I’m entering another new year without my mother.

Another new year without her cooking.

Another new year without her baking.

And another new year without her gardening.

I’m entering another new year without my mother.

Another new year without her care when I’m sick.

Another new year without her carefully chosen gifts.

And another new year without her hugs.

Another new year without my best friend.

I’m entering another new year without my mother beside me.

A version of this post was originally published January 1, 2023.