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Mama has left
She is no longer alive
She left Mother Earth
She is in the cemetery
Mom is further on
She is, here and there, really
Mother is gone
And no longer here
With us, under the sun
Mommy is in Heaven
She looks at us and she can hear
She's having fun, in a dream
To see us whine and scream
Mom is with the ****** Mary
Both listen to us and laugh
So hard that they cry in paradise
Where no one dies
That's a gaffe
What a trip! Mama has left
We can barely see her on the clouds
Mommy is still with us
She is invisible within us
As we wish other mothers
Happy stays at the cemetery
May the earth be light and softy!

P.S. This poem is dedicated to all, who are mourning.

Copyright © Avril 2024, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Joshua Phelps Oct 27
There's no
simple explanation.

It's such a
waste of time.

I'm so tired
of talking

When you
don't listen
or try.

Exhausted from all
of the catastrophes

You've created inside.

I've had all
that I can take.

And so let's make
this short and sweet:

It's time to say goodbye.
Lacey Clark Sep 30
weathered planks stretch
into the mist, salt-worn
and stable. seagulls cry
overhead, unseen

boats come and go, their
ropes wrapping around cleats
for a moment of respite,
picturesque arrivals and departures

almost home, at a pause —
a place to breathe
between waves, to mend
sails torn by wind

when the fog lifts, they
depart. the harbor remains,
in the liminal space
between land and sea
Megan Parson Mar 2023
Before the flight takes off
Before our ascent into the skies
Before I'm unplugged from the grid
Before I'm temporarily disconnected

I think about what I'll miss,
If the flight never landed.
I think about the goals unfulfilled
People unmet, sights unseen
Words unsaid, tears uncried
Emotions unshared, pain unfelt
Fights unhad, hands unheld
Stories untold, lives unlived

But most of all,
I think of you.
And feel
Hope.
Written on a return flight trip. A few moments of introspection.

© Megan Parson 2023
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Dec 2022
Old moon bids adieu,
World enjoys its departure...
The new sun arrives..!
Happy New Year 🎊🎊🎉🎉 Everyone!!!
Eloisa Jun 2022
Staring at my return ticket
to the past
My sunset in a wine glass
Hazy but wondrous
Some things stay even one departs
old willow Jan 2022
Life has it agenda,
First then second, finally third.
Remind ourselves that memory are faint history;
To let history replay for the future to unfold.
Time weld life into death; so is death to life.
Here I stand, where it all started;
Gazing back, life was once better.
Ultimately, departure is inevitable;
Where else can one go without longing?
Longing are fleeting calling;
Appeared like faint snow, disappeared with one blow.
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