When Mom Comes To Die Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

When Mom Comes To Die

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You spend your life
Being nourished and loved.
From those special people
The ones, God sent from above.
They work and they toil
To give you their best.
They take pleasure and joy
Sharing in your happiness.
A kiss or a hug
At just the right time;
Makes you warm inside,
Puts you on cloud nine.
They give so much
As the years come and go.
They are always there.
They want you to know.
Time passes on
Until your grown and leave.
They wait patiently
To help out
In your times of need.
And then, it's their time.
As they begin to fail.
They know it's their time.
When, they just can't tell.
They don't want to be a burden.
Just need somewhere to rest.
A cup of soup and a smile.
And they'll be back at their best.
Some kids running round
With laughter filling the air;
Let's them know
They haven't a care.
When Mom comes to die
She puts all things aside.
Doesn't want anything special.
Doesn't want you to cry.
Just see to her needs.
Give her time to rest.
Talk of old times.
The ones she liked best.
She'll know when to go
When the darkness falls.
She'll just slip away
And that, will end it all.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 11 February 2022

This beautiful poem is definitely the most moving, poignant, artful work of yours I've read. I'm deeply moved my friend. Your soul shines through the brief and incredible sharing of grief that you bless us to enter into with you. Absolutely amazing. Pure poetry.

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Lawerence Mize, Sr. 13 February 2022

Thank you so much Smoky. Coming from a true poet such as yourself I consider that a compliment of the highest order. Thank you.

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Lawerence Mize, Sr. 14 December 2021

Thank you Robert.

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 10 December 2021

lawerence i watched my mum passed last summer and it was very hard that i didn't mourn until canadian thanksgiving. yr poem has given me hope she's around. Please read my poem Blue Christmas and comment on it

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David Wood 10 December 2021

I was at my mothers bed when she died and also at my wife's hospital bed. I was told by doctors my wife had only 20 minutes, she died in 15. I held her hand repeating I love you over and over. She opened her eyes and did I love you too and died.

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kohaku 09 December 2021

iam g oing to cry right no w : )

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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Baltimore, Maryland
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