When I was a kid,
my Mom would pretend
to be dead.
She'd lie in bed, and
when I arrived home from school
I'd go to wake
her up.
'Mom...Mom...
get up,
I need a ride...
Mom...Wake Up...Wake Up! '
She'd smile, then
laugh and
open her eyes, and say,
'What if I were dead?
What would you do? '
I'd say,
'I don't know, you're not!
Quit acting crazy.
I need a ride to Cindy's house.'
She'd get up and
light a cigarette and put
on her quilted rose
colored coat.
We'd pile into the
boat,
the '74 Chevy Impala,
and we'd blast off
into the pink horizon.
One winter night in
'87
I stood above
her as she lay on
the hospital gurney.
She didn't wake up.
When your mother pretended to be dead, you knew she was just acting! When she woke up from her feigned sleep, you were so happy! But once when you realized that she would never wake from her sleep, it must have been heart breaking for you! To lose a mother at a relatively young age is one of the tragedies of life. The void created by a mother's absence can never be filled by any body! A touching write, though you have treated it in a light manner!
Totally intense poem. reality does bite at times, especially the reality of death. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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This is very well written. I really like it. My mother also passed away at a young age, but she never did play dead as your mother did. She was taken away to a hospital hundreds of miles away when she got sick. My uncle took me to see her once in the next month. The next time I saw her was at the funeral. Please see my poem MEMORIES OF MOTHER.