Tears for Elsa

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
My Mother died May 14, 2019. I wrote Tears for Elsa to make sense of her passing. Writing this poem was very therapeutic.

Submitted: April 03, 2020

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Submitted: April 03, 2020



Our brother Mike found Elsa face down,

He reacted fast dialing 911,

The ambulance arrived to examine her crown,

Mike had did what needed to be done.


A tube was inserted to allow her air,

She was taken to ER for tests,

The results came back, she needed more care,

Away she went to ICU for needed rest.


We were told her life would not be the same,

A future filled with frustration and despair,

We knew she did not want to play that game,

So we decided to remove her air.


We sang to her for two hours straight,

She heard her favorite melodies,

We prepared her to enter the gate,

There was an absence of worries.


Whisked away to comfort care,

Her family followed anticipating her passing,

Listening to her breathing was hard to bear,

The next morning she transitioned, joining the everlasting.


We cleaned during the day,

At night we mourned,

There was laughter, it was ok,

Our feelings were torn.


The sky opened, and the rain fell,

Tears came down, our eyes were wet,

Santa Barbara was under her spell,

We were in shock, all of our emotions hadn't surfaced yet.


Now memories and feelings prevail,

Emotions release at will,

Visions of our Mother sail,

Her beauty and intelligence is hard to fill.


As we reflect upon her past,

Her greatest strength that stands out,

Was her ability to put together our cast,

As a result our relationships with each other are stronger no doubt.



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