Mom
Green grass and weeping trees
Branches sway in the breeze
Lonely names in cold stone
Reminding me that I am alone
Six feet under dirt and clay
She sleeps there now all night and day
I rest on top and wait to see
What is to become of me
Would things change had I begged?
Does she realize that she’s dead?
Who she’s left, what shes’ killed
Empty holes that can’t be filled?
My heart is broke and poorly aided
The pain is real though slightly faded
They tell me I just need more time
They say that one day I’ll be just fine
I lost my mother and my friend
Those are wounds too hard to mend
I’ll tough it out and pull through
There isn’t much else I can do
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