26 September

26 September a mother was born, From the same cloth on 26 September she birthed a son, I remember how we be mad at each other, amazing how silence resolved every difference we shared,She was the left part of my heart and I her right, but she's gone now, I get reminded of that every night, dreams, She is no more, tatoo tears cracking the crust of this mortal heart, time and memories not always healing, I remember that smile ordinary, it brought happiness extra-ordinary to many faces, Traces of your former life instilled in everyone u touched with your kindness,how death took such a soul is madness, 26 September, I'm not yet born, Mom is delivering both death and life, Her life for mine, do u expect me to celebrate such a day? Cursed. Every memory scarred, every scar immortally opened until death finally sends me an invitation into forever, for there I can enjoy the reunion with the earth that gave birth to this breath