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My Mother Passing

Oh, why now? I had prayed for three more years,
Man lived, then we all die, and our resting is decided by a mortal,
Should it be with your father or mother or be by yourself?
I had seen so many old folks took their last breath,
however, to see your mother death bed visions was unsettling
How do we say goodbye, not even knowing,
I refused to say goodbye, my siblings and I refuses to let go,
After all, she was our mother, she was our friend,
She was the go-to, when nothing seems right,
My eldest daughter loves her so much,
Her favorite word was my granny always seems so happy
I had remembered her last shower, she said that she felt so good,
But however, she asked of me not to wet her white golden hair
So, I granted her wish, as she commanded,
However, to see her, in hours of her final departure was still a shocker
Just before dawn prior to her passing
a dove came cooing at my window,
I knew of the dove message so well;
he also visited me at the time of my father passing,
She was 93 years young, her memories were intact
She kept asking, if her girl Nicky was still on the Island
With a smile, she would say, you know that Nicky is my girl,
my replies to her were May, she loves you a lot too"
She hated fans, she had only allowed the cool breeze from the island to
TI enter her room; I must admit I am that way too
I hated to go under the covers while I slept
it felt like I was suffocating
My pores love to breath on their own:
My mental emotion for the following days depends on
My physical state during the following day:
And most of all our skin is nourished by oxygen from my blood (a blessing)
Affirmation
BY DONALD HALL
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads quote)
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Some of us thinks that we will never die,
My mother knew that eventually she would go
She talks about it, she never seems unhappy,
The one she would leave behind doesn't want to accept the facts
On June 1st few members of her church came and pray with her,
I stood and the balcony and could have hear her singing
praising her God so loudly:
It was as if she was on the altar of happiness,
I just stood there and smile,
my mother was a pro until her death.
Her passing is going to change her adult children lives
She travels to America in her mid 50, and she love it,
However, the ones she left behind will honor her memories
Her church picnic days, she loves those,
Corn deals on Sunday night was a bomb,
R.I.P my mother Muriel C.
Elegy for the Passing Years
To grow old is to lose everything—
Aging, a quiet companion we all know.
Even in youth, we glimpse it sometimes,
Nodding our heads in silent recognition.
Some believe they’ll never die,
But my mother knew the truth.
She spoke of it, unafraid,
Her acceptance was a beacon of grace.
On June 1st, members of her church came,
Their presence is a bittersweet chorus.
She was 93 years young, memories intact,
Asking about her girl Nicky on the island.
Fans were forbidden; only the island breeze
Could enter her room, soothing her skin.
I, too, prefer the open air,
Pores breathing freely, a quiet blessing.
And just before dawn, a dove cooed at my window—
A messenger from beyond, familiar and gentle.
I knew then that her departure was near,
Yet how do we say goodbye to a lifetime of love?

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2024

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