Last Moments With My Mum

She was thinning 'way-
Her color going gray
While she drowned in sweat:
"Gerald, have you slept?"

Her voice so old,
And gave me the cold.
But how could I sleep
While mum's life could creep...?

I had been crying
Weeping and weeping
Silently for her-
My mother was dying..

I crept from my bed:
No lights; poor and said-
I held her weak hands-
Cold without life's tan:

I heard her breathing-
And my heart craving
For mama's good health.
"But," I asked myself:

"Why must she suffer
Near a weeping son?"
And where was father?
He was dead and gone.

I wept as I thought.
"Return to your cot,
You need a night's sleep."
She spoke, my heart leaped.

"I shall be here until
 Death is not fulfilled-
You shall never die
Else I shall ghastly cry."

She pressed me to her heart
And gave me a gent' pat.
"Gerald, please let us sleep
And my son do not weep.

"If I die, then god called
Causing weeds to come forth-
But do pray for my soul,
To rest in haven's hold."

"But mum," I cried. "do stop."
"Son," she continued. «Death 
Is inherent to life.
Death comes 'round as we strive."

I wept as i watched her shiver
While her pale lips quivered
As she struggled out, ''Goodbye.''

I took her hands in mine
Feeling them freezing, kind:
-thus ended her earthly stay,
While i still had much to say.....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Safindah Avatar
June 20, 2013 at 4:38 AM
Touching write Gerald. No one wants that moment to come, and when it does, it takes away a part of us with it. So sorry for your loss bro.
Falotico Avatar
October 30, 2010 at 8:18 AM
Sad write my friend, had my dad last with me also..always moe to say, still say it all and those gone and loved shall still hear...Michael
NGT Avatar
December 22, 2012 at 4:18 AM
thank you.
Mehta Avatar
October 30, 2010 at 8:17 AM
Very touching write on your mum, Gerald
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