• My mother

    The time passes by..
    of every waking moment...
    that pain...as if your heart as shattered
    tears dwelling up
    eyes stinging..and red
    Sitting watching him as he
    closes the door that door to death
    to have one last look
    at a pale face
    that was once
    my mother.....
    as they put her down.........
    into a pitch and covered the whole
    shovel by shovel dirt by dirt
    nothing well ever replace her..
    my mother