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
A sad story of losing a mum beautifully told. Kingsley Egbukole
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The loss of a mother is indescribable, trust me I know the feeling, I have been there. A beautiful poem chronicling the last moments of a loving mother.