Category: Death


A Mother is a mother still

The holiest thing alive.

~ Coleridge

How do I tell her

that its okay?

it’s okay to go away?

How do I tell her

its okay to let go?

I will watch the others grow?

How do I tell her

How do I tell her?

How much longer

can She stay this way?

terrible pain, every day?

How much longer

can She endure?

with Pain so Pure?

How much longer

How much Longer?

What can I do

but be there through the pain

As Her tears fall like rain?

What can I do

but tell Her I love her

                                                   Wish I was more like her?

How do I tell Her?

How much Longer?

What can I do?

But stay strong?

Death lies on Her

Like an untimely frost

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

~Shakspeare

The other day

To my dismay

I saw a terrible sight.

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He darted to and fro

as the cars went to go

avoiding them with all of his might.

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I sat and watched

as he pulled and pulled

i would have helped him

if i could.

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Tears came to my eyes

as I watched him try

to move his fellow mate

knowing I could relate

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His little tail was twitching

and I found myself wishing

I could turn back time

for that little prairie dog

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Risking his own little life

to move his dead wife

Out of the road

It was a heavy load

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For him and for me

because I could truly see

The love and the pain

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If only more of us

had that loving trust

Even had the pain

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Than maybe, just maybe

More in life

We would gain

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