the memory of the last day
I saw my mother grace my face
in her room she lied alone
her face occupied by screams of pain
her heart much to weak
her body depleting
my eyes closing hoping to see some thing better
She fought so hard for her last breath
she clung on till she no longer had urge
in mind she forever rests
the last picture she ever took
her words were sharp
giving me her last words
her wisdom she was sure to voice
my heart heard, my eyes saw, my body broke down.
a death dominated my her mistakes
peoples whispers of how she was a drug addict hit me harder then when she passed.
surly they spoke the truth,
but no mistake deserves a heart ache or a sad goodbye
as she did lay she paid for her mistakes, in my eyes the punishment was to harsh
a death that was led by pain
so much, she barely spoke, she yelled and cried
forget her flaws
love her for her glory
for a women of beauty should be remembered by her attempts
her accomplishments
the whispers came, and they come
as I walk the halls, whispers
and glares follow
for now I'm a girl without a mother
I too am a girl who's mother made mistakes
so as mothers day arrives
i crinch
her face occupied my her screams
run wild through my mind
haven't i suffered enough?
the whispers, her last picture still follow, and I stand her in my room
looking at all she gave me
my life, life lessons, her love
her eyes and her nose
forever will I remember the whispers, her last picture
but most of all
her love for me that never faded or fell for that is what i recall most of all.
