My Mother’s Farwell
My mother,
She spoke prayers to the hearts left to wonder
what her absence should bring forth
Fragile in time, innocent in mind
My daydreams lacked potency,
Made up for in poetry
The smile of a mother whose presence cannot be forgotten
Revealed to me in dreams, more so than my own mind’s eye.
She spoke prayers over the child,
in the night’s resting place.
That night remains unforgotten, her voice swayed
on the wings on a angel
to content my heartache
The message was clear,
her final goodbye, awaited by I.
Serene as it was, I couldn’t accept
As each night I was awoken
with grievance’s tears.
I longed
prayed to my God
to send her back
to sing her sweet songs
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