Mother Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Mother

I take life as
an epitaphs, gifts and
counsels of time,

Ultimate,
and forgetfulness,

Unlike my mother
She's passingher nineties,

whose sense
ofimmortality
is equal
with the Gods,

She's stricken,
with morbid fears,

She's asking
the same stupid questions
over and over again,

"Am I dying,
must i have to die,
why's, why? "

"You'll live to be the hundreds,
You'rea super ager,
Just visit your doctor,
For your constant lab tests, "
I'd advise her,

But with the blatant
face of a deviant
nonegerian,
as if she's an immortals,

as if death is unnatural,
and dying is immoral,