julia smith Poet Rhyme

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.

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Paul Bell August 13, 2025 at 3:14 AM I always think if a mother does a good job bringing you up, then she has done her job. It's up to you to carry on the good work whilst remembering her. julia smith August 14, 2025 at 7:15 PM I totally agree, however this took place when I was quite young, still a child actually, she wasn't the one to 'bring me up'. It was my grandmother; Her mother, in fact, who had that honor. And I thank God for her every single day. There was so much love, I never knew we were poor!