Treasure Island

Victoria Gauci

(1960 / Cleveland Ohio)

My Mothers' Death


I was driving over the Hoover Dam,
When I received the important call,
My Mother was dying and I had to return,
To be brave and face it all,

I walked into room 115,
Where she was lying in that bed,
I went over to her and calmly put
A gentle kiss on her forehead,

I couldn't tell if she was conscious,
But her eyes were open wide,
And even though she couldn't speak,
I still knew she was inside,

I stayed at the side of her bed,
Putting my head upon her arm,
I listened to her strange breathing,
Yet I never felt alarmed,

I knew that death was coming for her,
The nurses had told me so,
They told me what would happen,
I was informed and I would know,

They gave her morphine to aid her state,
Keeping her discomfort under control,
My brother and nephew were both there,
But for them I could not console,

All I could think was to keep my hands,
On her body and look for the signs,
Knowing the painful reality right then,
That we were losing precious time,

The process of death has it's own way,
Of effecting our bodies and mind,
Blood settles in the deepest parts,
I kept checking her body for signs,

Although there were others present,
In the room with death that day,
I whispered in her ear and said,
How I would miss her every day,

I held her close and let my tears,
Fall onto to her soft white skin,
I prayed to God to take care of her,
Forgive her sins and let her in,

Hours went by and still I sat,
With her hand over my shoulders,
Nothing could make me miss the moment,
When death finally won her over,

I know the moment when her soul was taken,
I was looking into her eyes,
I could see that very special moment,
When her soul began to fly,

It was peaceful like I knew it would be,
For God had called her home,
Still that moment was beyond,
Anything I had ever known,

Immediately I had become an orphan,
Standing in a room with others there,
Still I felt so all alone,
To lose my mother just didn't seem fair,

She had sixty eight years on this planet,
And she lived life on her own terms,
A force of nature and strongest of women,
She taught me all the lessons I've learned,

So in this time that she's been gone,
I've had to make some hard decisions,
I choose to live the life I have,
With all her lessons I've been given,

Her death has made me appreciate,
The life I was born to live,
To let go and move forward,
To love and to forgive.

Submitted: Saturday, January 14, 2012
Edited: Saturday, January 14, 2012

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