The Warmth Of My Mother Poem by the hobbler
The Warmth Of My Mother
I took her home,
she died today,
after doctors gave up hope.
I took her home
and I buried her,
after a sleep she never woke.
I placed a stone
upon her grave
by the dim of dreary light,
And tonight
, I'l dream of all her warmth
as she lies as cold as ice.
a sorrowful write. life isn't forever and we must accept that. a good write.
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4/24/2024 1:58:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How very sad but really well written, We all miss our Mothers when they go. :)