The Day

Tiny droplets of water falling from the heavens in perfect unity with the somber demeanor brought upon me in the presence of death as my mother now sleeps and her soul is free. So sad, the image of my sister and I through the tearful eyes of a stranger that haunts me unrelentlessly, raping me of my inner child. A stone full of sorrow that rest anchored in the mundane soil marking her final resting place, bringing misery with a stabbing pain to the heart as I weep inconsolably at the engraved letters. Hanging onto faded memories as the mind drowns the pain with flooding emotions consumed in fire as I target thee Creator as the source of this prolonged agony. Dejected and spiritless, I lie numb and emotionless with shards of my shattered hart puncturing my soul, fatally crippling the lucidity of my innocent mind. Thoughts at first in the morning sun of an undisturbed world, were a false hope lies, as the truth to my reality rushes into the body, leaving me paralyzed to move as my life crumbles and falls. A child scarred for life, with daily suffering while I mourn my mother’s death, and yearn for the security of a warming touch of her hand gentle caressing my tender cheek. I love my mother, as she is my guardian angel saving me from countless bouts with Death, for I’m able to breath today and keep her close to my hart. “I miss you mommy”