Gone Poem by Carl Roussell
Gone
Mom won't want to go
Through that again. So
She will have her voice,
And this is her choice,
To silence the noise.
'No heroic
Efforts for me.
Let me move on.
This is my choice.'
And today
Life in you
Slipped away.
Last Rites,
Last breath.
Gone.
Once again, Carl my sincerest condolences. The simplicity of the poem makes it even more honest and heart-wrenching. Beautifully written, my friend.
So beautifully written on life and death of your beloved mother. We all know what is in the hearts of our mother. We all know her thoughts and desires. We all know when it is that time to say goodbye. Sad but so lovingly written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:12:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This one nearly made me cry! Carl, I am so sorry for your loss. But a well-penned poem was born, as a result. Hope you will cherish memories of your mother for years to come!
Thanks PP, she will be missed.