Mommy's Dead Poem by Philip Lore

When Mommy died, the last of our parents,
Her skin was cold, her eyes transparent.
Our priest blessed her body, annointed her head,
We wailed, we cried out....Mommys Dead!

We prayed for her soul, to Christ above,
No more Mommy, no more love.
No more kisses, no more hugs,
No more music, No laundry to do,
No more telling her I love you!
No more holding us, tender and sweet,
No more rocking us gently to sleep.
No more pain coming in the night,
Mommy's dead, she died tonight