A Mother’s Death

by ~robert williams

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days fade for fallen, wrinkle face abandon

destitute of spirit a resting place nears

how has one come to

a miserable existence alone

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she desires life yet death arrives

a spirit long harden, she reflects emptiness

of life into her ocean of misery

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toils yet not grasp

the eluding prize of life; happiness

it escapes as water from the fist

tears descend down the ungentle skin

once beautiful, now harden as stone

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she cries often to herself

her scream bellow to God

“for which act so terrible I suffer so”

loneliness of air delivers pain as silence

cutting her heart again

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she welcomes the pain

its response better then none,

its her routine

the only link to humanity

her death long sealed she recites the plea

as a testament to faith,

one which never existed

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she is still cold and lonely

among the still hearts

unsound rhythm

they go on with their day,

a lost yet a gain

life of a maiden of dreams

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I will never forget her

when she had color

motions fluent

a heart of love

she sacrifice her life for me

my only living example…

“To never give up”

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My Mother:  Ann Glenn

April 4, 1944-July 4, 1990

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