The Death of Life
When you think of death, you think it will be hard to face
But when you come face to face with death,
You know your loved one could never be replaced.
My mum brought me into this world and taught me
All the things that i need to know,
Mum taught me love, how to love
And helped my personality to grow.
Now I've grown into a young woman i have confidence,
Knowledge and maturity beyond my years,
But having all this doesn't stop the tears!
And so i have learnt to count the tears as a blessing,
For each time i shed a tear, i can hear mum say
"Dont cry darling Im still here."
Months go on and people resume life like normal, but my pain doesn't ease
And i try to go on with a hole in my heart,
And the feeling that its being squeezed.
I have people offering me support that i feel is out of pity
And i have people happy to lend a hand,
Im scared to take their hand because
I have already lost my best friend!
Copyright © Belinda Brassil | Year Posted 2006
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