My mother died ten years ago
And I miss her still
She left so unexpectedly
I never got to say
That I loved her dearly
I just never knew how much.
First there came the dreaded call
Bruce, did you know she's sick?
Mom is in the hospital
The doctor says to hurry, please.
I'm leaving right away, I said
Is there someone I should call?
No, just hurry if you can,
I'll call your wife and kids.
I made it there in half the time
But it wasn't soon enough.
Mom's unconscious, my sister said
They put her under
To fight off the infection.
It hasn't woked at all, she said,
She's shutting down right now.
But she looks all right to me.
It's the machines, you see,
That are keeping her alive.
And that is when that crushing weight
Bullied into my mind.
It was to me, the only one
That she one day explained
What she felt inside.
Bruce, don't ever let me live
Hooked up to machines.
Pull the plug, and let me go.
Of course, what could I say?
And now I had to be the one
And watch my father cry.
Then, at last, I realized
Just how similar we were,
All the things that we enjoyed
We always did together.
And so, and so, I let her go
With the heaviest of sighs.
So listen to me carefully
To the one thing that I know.
Give love to your loved ones now
And make sure that they know.
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