Mom
MOM
I still can't grasp the thought that you are gone
cuz you were the rock in which I perched my strong
Forever in your debt I will be
and grateful for the heart that beats in me ;
Its the day after your funeral, and I am home alone
washing your favorite pink sweater in suds and warm
yes the one with the silver shiny threads
the one you loved to wear with a smile;
I also went through all your faux beads and trinkets
searching for those little flowers you clipped
atop your silver cropped hair ;
the ones you wore with unabashed flair...
The boah colored scarf is also in the soapy bucket
beside the pink sweater ;
Surrounded by all your belongings I breath n' sigh
for I know that you didn't really die;
You turned into an angel and you are watching
from on high....
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