The Day
Tiny droplets of water falling from the heavens in
perfect unity with the somber demeanor brought
upon me in the presence of death as my
mother now sleeps and her
soul is free.
So sad, the image of my sister and I through the
tearful eyes of a stranger that haunts
me unrelentlessly, raping me of my inner child.
A stone full of sorrow that rest anchored in the
mundane soil marking her final resting place,
bringing misery with a stabbing pain
to the heart as I weep inconsolably at the
engraved letters.
Hanging onto faded memories as the mind
drowns the pain with flooding
emotions consumed
in fire as I target thee Creator as the
source of this prolonged
agony.
Dejected and spiritless, I lie numb and emotionless
with shards of my shattered hart puncturing
my soul, fatally crippling the lucidity of my
innocent mind.
Thoughts at first in the morning
sun of an undisturbed world, were a false
hope lies, as the truth to my reality rushes into
the body, leaving me paralyzed to move as my
life crumbles and
falls.
A child scarred for life, with daily suffering
while I mourn my mother’s death, and yearn
for the security of a warming touch of her hand
gentle caressing my tender cheek.
I love my mother, as she is my guardian
angel saving me from countless bouts with Death,
for I’m able to breath today and keep her
close to my hart.
“I miss you mommy”
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