I started a poem to ease the grief
Of my mother's passing,
But couldn't get it right,
So quit for awhile.
Some things just are.
Pompous words didn't fill
The voids or voice loss.
I flew to, cavalry to rally
The Life in balance,
Grasping at wisps,
Woven hopes of sky
When she knew her purpose
Will of steel, and tired still
Of the battle
And I surrendered.
Don't know if I'll ever forget her smile
From the hospital bed
When last we said
"Good night, sleep tight...
Don't let the bed bugs bite"
Just like when I was a child
Tucked in for the night
And I remember my tears
When I turned out the light,
Said "Goodbye,
Be sweet, Mom."