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His Mommy Died Today

Filed in Death Poetry, Love Poetry, Mom Poetry, Sad Poetry by on September 4, 2019 0 Comments • views: 3598

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 it 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 every day
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 every day
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”,
ButÂ…

(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

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