Mom where have you gone,
To the furthest South or North
To East of West did you go forth?
That you've left us so alone?
Sometimes I feel your presence
In every wind that blows
In every twinkling star that glows
But I only embrace your absence.
Not quite long daddy left
Leaving you to us, a shepherdess,
Now mom, in such cruelness
Thou departs, we wholly bereft.
In this wild wicked world, mom
Men with unhappy spleen will do us mock
Since we are now like wandering flock;
Alas, this is a second doom.
Let then, hunger be my portion
And pain be my share
For none will be as you are
With such a panacean solution
If you can whisper or speak,
Am listening far beyond silence;
To hear from you again but once
Will solve everything that I do seek.
You've died once, but you'll live twice,
The life on earth another above, a glorious tell
So farewell, adieu mom, fare you well
But I think going so soon is so unwise.
©Ali Alexon®
Feb.5 2018
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