Blackness, Pain

Just Like My Mom

Yesterday my friend’s mom died

I went to see her

I had visited her in the hospital while she was alive

She was lively

She was beautiful

She had a sense of humor

She had been bed-ridden for some time now but that did not kill her spirit

She had life


You know it’s amazing how many of us have life

We are walking and talking and living

But our spirit is dead

We complain

We struggle

We don’t see things in context

So I guess it’s okay


Yesterday my friend’s mom died

I went to see her

I walked into her house in anticipation

I wasn’t sure what or who I would see

Her granddaughter let me in

She had tears in her eyes

“Hold it in” I told myself


I walked towards Sheila’s room

I saw her

Laying there

Just like my mom did

I was waiting for her to open her eyes

And say hey darling how are you

But she did not speak

Just like my mom


Yesterday my friend’s mom died

And it was like I died over and over again

Excuse me

It was like my mom died

Over and over again


They just lay there

They say nothing

No more fighting

No more crying

Eyes closed

At peace

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