My legs bucked,
As her time clocked,
Her chin was tight,
Her face grows white,
The weather becomes gloomy,
For there is much mourning,
Memories sometimes fades,
In some miserable days,
Death is very wicked,
Wicked still on her bed,
She said that its fine,
But I know its just a lie,
Her time has come,
The end is finally come,
My sweet baby she said,
Time has come she said,
The cherubims are waiting,
I've to get going,
Goodbye my sweet mother,
See you in the life after.
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I send my condolences and prayers, Umoh. Thank you for sharing your touching poem. Peace