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His Mommy Died Today

His Mommy Died Today: Dedicated to families who have suffered this Loss throughout the world. This poem is sad, so if you’re quite emotional right now, you should consider reading this at another time. If you or someone you know have suffered a loss, my heart goes out to you, and I really hope you find some peace. This kind of pain was difficult to pen to paper. The poem below is from the perspective of an 11 year old boy, and I’m sorry to say is based on a true story.

His Mommy Died Today
(Please Answer Your Cell Phone Mommy)

His heart is crying, he’s so very young,
He doesn’t know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his stomach
He cries, his mommy died today,
please answer your cell phone mommy
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs
He’s never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit
Please answer your cell phone mommy
He’s her baby, he needs to hear her everyday
He keeps calling her cell phone number
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
Believing the truth as spoken,
that she’s just stepped out for a minute,
and she’ll call right back
If he could trade all eleven of his birthday wishes for one
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear,”Hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I’ll be home shortly”,but his mommy died today,
So he goes to bed tonight, grasping her cell phone,
as it rests,as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it to be the last hug his mommy will give him
Her precious little boy curls up and cries out for her,
only her

Song Lyric Version

His Mommy Died Today

(V1)
His heart is crying
he’s so very young,
he doesn’t know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his belly
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs
he’s never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit

(refrain)
He cries. His Mommy died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy
please please oh please
I promise to be good
I know I could,
I have a sore tummy, please, pretty please mommy

(V2)
He’s her baby, he needs to hear her everyday
he keeps calling her cell number
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
believing the truth as spoken,
that she’s just stepped out for a minute
and she’ll call right back

(refrain)
He cries. His Mommy died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy
please please oh please
I promise to be good
I know I could
I have a sore tummy, please, pretty please mommy

(V3)
If he could trade all eleven of his
birthday wishes for one,
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear,
“hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I’ll be home shortly”,
But…

(refrain)
He cries. His Momma died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy
please please oh please
I promise to be good
I know I could
I have a sore tummy, please, pretty please mommy

(V4)
So instead, he goes to bed tonight,
grasping her cell phone, as it rests,
as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it will be the last hug his Mommy
will give him,

(refrain)
Her precious little boy curls up and cries
out for her, only her.
His Mommy died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy, please
please oh please
I have a sore tummy

I miss you mommy

by Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

For Emily

Poem about the very complicated issue of a Mother’s choice: Dedicated to families who have endured this agonizing journey. An issue not to be judged, an issue strictly personal to each individual. Until we walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, what do we really know? Compassion, not judgement could be our words of choice. On a more personal note, I know two women who faced this choice, the way this ends, is how their story unfolded as well.

FOR EMILY

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, proudly humming
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Daddy holds mommy’s hand
He says, thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have you
and I am blessed to wear our wedding band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You are very sick he says
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy’s light warming them both
His deep love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays,

by Barbara Tremblay Cipak