If i could rewind the clock, i'd whisper sweet nothings in her ear,
Telling her how much i adore her, and calm her every fear
I'd let her cradle me to sleep, like she loved to do
And answer every call, everytime, with a heart that's true.
Her voice, a melodic serenade, would be music to my soul,
When she'd return from work, calling my nickname, making me whole.
Only she could make it sound so beautiful, so devine,
A symphony of love that would be forever be mine.
If i could turn back time, i'd shout from the rooftops high
Tell her how much i love her, how much i need her, and how I'd die to cherish every moment, every second, every breath
To be enveloped in her love, her touch, gentle death
But life is fleeting, and i was blind to it's brevity,
A foolish youth, unaware of the fragility of mortality
Now, I'm left with memories, fading like the light
Afraid to lose fragements of our time,
the sound of her voice, the warmth of her sight.
If only i could go back, i'd stop being a brat,
Appreciate every moment, and never look back.
I'd halt the mood tantrums of adolescence,
And be the happiest girl, bathed in her love's
essence.
I wish i knew I'd lose her, so i could make it right
But death was swifter than my realization, and now she is lost in the night.
All i can do is wish, and wish, and wish,
A fool who didn't seize the time, now
consumed by regret's dark abyss
If someone could lend me two minutes with my mom,
I'd tell her i love her, she's my hero, my guiding light, my everything.
If only i could turn back time, i'd make it right,
And cherish every moment, every breath, every heartbeat, every sight.
YOU ARE READING
"If i could turn back the hands of time"
Poetry" A poignant exploration of love, loss, and longing. A daughter's tender tribute to her mother, woven with regret, nostalgia, and the ache of mortality."
