My Mum Is Gone Poem by sidikat abdul

I walked up to her, each step slow
deafened by the scream and mourn
I kneeled beside her, low
deep was my sorrow yet numb.

I reached to touch her, to feel
to my shock she was warm
maybe she was just still ill
hoping she really wasn't gone

her skin was glowing bright
a half smile on her still pretty face
but still was her body and weight, light
and didn't respond to all the craze

she truly is gone
forever truly gone