To My Mother
You hated me
You left me this day 0.05 hrs
Feeling empty.
As you lay helpless
Your heart beating, so slowly
I don't know
Where your spirit
So strong, so feminine
Has dissipated
Leaving this mask
Of death on your face.
I stare at you
As you lie dying
How can this corpse
Be my mother?
Mothers don't die
They create life from love
And keep nurturing the loveless.
J
Labels: poetry
2 Comments:
I like the flow of thought in this poem... I just wish the last two lines were different, somehow.
Annie,
This was written in a moment of grief. So, the lack of finesse. I will try and rework those lines!
J
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