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I Sit Here Alone

I sit here alone

in my house today

it use to be rush here

rush there

in all kind of different ways.

My love for my mother

who I took care of and

loved liked no other.

I wrote poetry  at

this time I could

not find my self

Life to me seemed unfair

because my mama

some days could not

even comb her hair

 

I sit here alone

it has been not yet a year

in this house we brought in

others help like nurses aids

and doctors and family

so in hopes I would relax

because I felt like I was

failing my self.

 

I sit here a lone

in this house

I now feel better about my self

even though with out my mom

in parts of my life 

it feels like gone is my

favorite song.

I miss mom so much

she had  that special 

motherly touch.

 

I sit here alone

now all day I do not hear

my mom yelling out my name out.

or  if trying to remember

If I gave her meds this out time.

And nights if mom would wake up

alive , because her life

now had a time line.

For me and her some days

our eyes seem like 

we had gone stone blind.

 

I sit here alone

now in this house

much quieter 

much calmer

much grief 

as I sit and only hear

a drip from the kitchen sink.

what do I do next?

My feelings feel mixed

because.

 

I sit here alone

 in this house

and praying to God

with this feelings of being alone

because it was not me but my mom

who lived her life very strong.

that make me smile,

because now that she gone

mom raised me up right

even though now she not in my

sight.

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