Mom why did you run from me,
Escaping to Heaven,
no less; I found you cold,
frozen, and so very dead.
Screaming alone to
my now terminally ill
mind.
Seventy two years and fifteen days-
since your birth, you had enough
of this world. You perished all alone.
I called you that Monday,
knee deep in problems
as usual. No answer.
I packed my burdens,
and came to you
to wash them
away. Instead, I found
the light had faded
away.
I was dead now, too.
You perished in
your bed. I prayed
you were dreaming,
but I was living
a nightmare.
My empty shell, climbed into
bed with you and cried. Before
help came, I was left to pry
your rings from your blue
dead fingers.
Loss of someone so dear whom one depends on is the most brutal reality of this world. Strong, honest poem. Write what you feel and write to heal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem. I can relate to this poem too