This past month I was knocking on heavens door.
They kept it shut
Said Mia you have to wait some more.
I pounded n begged
Dropped to my knees n plead
Pretty pretty please.
I hurt so bad
N im so sad
All I have are my girls,him
And my dad.
Please let me in
Forgive me all my sins.
Bright lights
Doctors whites
A strong hand gripping mine tight
Pleading with me to be allright
I looked down
Turned around
And stopped knocking on heavens door.
Category: Illness
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
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 