A poem about my moms final day |
The day my mom said goodbye I remember the day my mom passed away, the images still vivid in my head, sickening to me she preferred to be dead. The worst day of my life, her decision to leave us cut me deep with a knife. Her final day remains trapped in my mind, searching desperately for answers I know I will never find. The morning of her final day, I saw her behave in an irrational way. She was crying so loud, deeply distraught her mind made up no longer wanting support. She forced my dad to take us out bowling, but what she needed was some consoling. When we came back, I went to her room, I thought she was sleeping; we had got back too soon. I talked to her as she slept, relaxed in her bed, she no longer wept. Still I craved for her attention, unbeknown to me it was too late for any acts of prevention Her replies where so incoherent, she mumbled a sound I never imagined laying her to rest in the ground. When my mom didn’t reply I took off to my friends Never thinking she would die I told my dad "mom doesn’t seem well" Her actions brought upon us a living hell I was hanging out with my friend, I was only fourteen I couldn’t foresee how the day would end. My dad came to tell me where my mom had gone, he said he is off to the hospital he wont be long When my dad returned a short time after, our lives became a family disaster. My dad walked past me and my sister where was our mom we already missed her. My poor dad looked so depleted how was he going to tell us our lives had been cheated?. He turned to us to tell us the news leaving my sister and I in a state of bemuse My Nana provided the worst confirmation The tears on her face, rage in me grew without hesitation. I ran out the door slammed my foot through the fence The worst day of my life, still the memories intense. |