No longer mourn for me when I am dead
‘For my end is not dread
It is for the finest of all that I go
And in the end you will know
That it is for the best
In a pine box I will rest
The days of fighting to avoid a sip
Of a liquid diet passing through my lips
Doctors said, His esophagus is shrinking
It left you upset and thinking
Of different ways to keep me alive
But is a pickle jar of medication away to survive?
I would try to speak my mind
Yet my mouth would **** it up, I find
That only a pen could I make you understand
What was going on with this man
They labeled me MR
But you never let them take it far
A home where staff loved me so
And yet, I never wanted you to go
Some said I was acting out
It was only because I couldn’t shout
That I missed you so dearly
It had been so long since I last saw you clearly
The violent shaking, they called a seizure
When all went dark I could see her
The angel that resembled you
She held me close to tell me I’m not through
I came back to make you see
That my diagnosis has always meant to be
So do not mourn me when I am dead
For my love for you I’ve always said
Has never reached any barrier in the life I have lead
In death I will lay in this bed
I love you forever mom
‘For only you can make my rapid heart calm