The last time I saw her, she laid motionless, caressed in my father's gentle fingers. Her eyes, staring blankly into oblivion. The beautiful face that she wears so perfectly, displays no emotion. Her chest is laying flat; Not rising and falling as one would expect to see. No one seems to understand the extent of the situation. Nobody wanting to accept the inevitable fate of our beloved family member.
It all started out relatively early in the morning. Approximately two months before I turned six. I had been busily working throughout the previous week to reorganize my mother's sewing kit for her. I was beyond ecstatic to present to her the newly organized sewing kit. I was certain she would have been so proud of me. Proud to call me her son. The only thing I wasn't aware of was that she will never see it with her physical, human eyes.
I was excitedly running up the stairs to climb into her bed and show her all of my hard work and dedication. I was in the midst of prancing up the stairs when my father came running down with my mom cradled in his arms. I know he didn't mean to, but while he was coming down, he accidentally kicked over the sewing kit. I was in complete disarray. I had no idea what was going on.
Before I knew it, two paramedics showed up in my living room. At that point, Danny and I stood guard at the stair railing. We watched the mysterious men cautiously. We studied their every move. We had no idea what they were doing. My father was no where to be found. He had mysteriously vanished into thin air from what I could tell. One of the paramedics eventually looked over at us and told us to go to our room, but we were both too petrified to leave our spot. After what seemed like an eternity, the two men decided to put my mother on a stretcher. They disappeared just as fast as they had appeared. Just like that, everyone was gone and the sewing kit was in shambles all over the stairs. The rest of the day was a complete blur in my memory banks. There is no recollection of a single event after that.
The next thing I knew, we were at a funeral home deciding on a headstone. My dad was in tears, but Danny and I seemed to not realize anything had happened. Days after, the funeral was held. I don't remember crying or even showing any emotion. However, I do remember just how peaceful and gorgeous she was. I knew at the moment I saw her in the casket, she was in a better place. She was with her mother, father, and everyone else dear to her in Heaven.
It wasn't for years later until I fully and truly understood the whole concept. My mother was never to come back in her physical, earthly form. For the longest time, my life was completely and utterly ruined. I didn't know what to do or how to act. However, I later realized that one day I will be back with my beloved mother in the most peaceful place to ever have existed.
I know this isn't a "poem" but I really wanted to post this..