A scream echoes through the lonely house,
A husband rushes to see what’s wrong;
Crying, crying,
The first clumps of hair fall into her open hands.
I come into the room,
See them huddled together;
Crying, crying,
And I wonder why.
Mommy gets weaker,
The chemo isn’t working;
Then, one day,
She doesn’t wake up.
We all stand around that black box,
Mist hanging around our sad faces;
Crying, crying,
Umbrellas shielding us from the sky’s tears.
I don’t understand,
Mommy will come back;
Won’t she?
She cannot leave me here.
The black box is lowered into the ground,
And I know dear Mother is no more;
Crying, crying,
Tears blur my vision as I begin to understand.
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Hannah Horror's poems.
Pretty much mostly poetry that I write when I'm bored.
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