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My aunts mom passed away a couple of days back, and this poem is going to be written from 3 perspectives... Mine, my aunts, and my cousins. i have almost zero experience with death of a loved one, and also i have no idea how the mind of an adult works :-P    hence i am out of my comfort zone with this poem. Enjoy :)

My aunt:
The wold is spinning...
I am in darkness.
The room is closing in on me.
I am suffocating.
I don't know what to do.
My mom, my comfort,
a shoulder to cry on,
the hand that lifts me up-gone.
Strange arms encompass me,
a dozen women comfort me,
yet, the only women that matters,
my mom, is there no more.
The baby is crying,
but I don't feel the urge 
to comfort him.
How can i, when i feel as lost as him?
I wish I was there for her,
in her final hours.
Now as i lie here,
miles from where my mom, 
lay cold, and lifeless,
her eyes closed,
her smile gone.

My cousin ( he's 5)
Everywhere i go,
nobody wants to play with me,
my Mommy is crying,
and Daddy is just standing there.
Everybody is angry with me
everybody is scolding me...
Where is my Granny?
she wouldn't do that.
why is my Mommy crying?
why is Daddy sad?
why doesn't anybody want to play with me?
why is everyone angry with me?
did I do something bad?

Me:
I walk into the apartment,
not knowing how to feel.
Lost in a sea of people,
all there with a common purpose.
To mourn the loss of a woman, 
that they all hold dear.
I try to remember her,
but there's so little I know,
I've known her only a little while,
but my heart aches in sympathy.
My aunt, her eyes red,
sitting on a bed...crying like a child,
crying like there's no tomorrow.
I squeeze her hand, let her know I'm there,
yet I know that it makes no difference to her.
she has lost her world, her comfort.
The baby is crying,
aggravated by her sorrow,
yet, there is nothing she can do,
as he bawls his little guts out.
She looks on helplessly as the rest of the world moves on,
and repeats to herself:
"if only I could see her one last time,
i didn't get to see her,
before she died"
and I realize, how precious life is.
I make it a point to call my grandparents,
tell them I love them.
Although I live miles away from them,
I'll always love them.
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