My Mother Died
my mother died,
i was to die with her.
that was the pact, you see,
my dad & i made together.
while my mother died,
i never left her side;
over & over calling her name ,
hoping to send a spark to the flame.
but still my mother died.
now i'm naught but a shell;
because the day my mother died
i cursed my soul to hell.
i'll never be free
of this wrath brought on by me,
for every hardship i suffer
lets her know how much i love her.
but since my mother died
i wonder if she can hear
my screams of pain & anquish,
wishing she were near?
and though she's dead & gone
i swear forever long
tears for her I'll always cry
until the day i die.
Copyright © julia smith | Year Posted 2025
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