Lost but not yet found by Paul M. Mekdeci

Lost my mother
Lost my mind
Lost my way to the good old times

Out of touch
Out of love
Out of tears 
Left with just lingering fears

One last day
One last thing to say
One last hug to let you know 
How much you were loved

Stuck in the house
Stuck in a rut
Stuck in place learning
That grief has to go at its own awful pace.