She whispered to me, in the hush of the night,
A wish that cut deep, like a blade through the light.
“When I’m gone,” she said, with a trembling breath,
“Let the world stay asleep, unaware of my death.”
No tears to be shed, no cries in the dark,
No mourning, no words, no flame to a spark.
This burden is yours, in the shadows to keep,
A silence so heavy, it crushes my sleep.
How do I hold this, a sorrow so vast,
When memories of her are all that I have?
My heart is a tomb, where her name is etched,
A secret, a vow, that’s forever stretched.
I carry her absence, a wound in my chest,
Each beat a reminder, that she’s laid to rest.
But no one will know, not a soul will be told,
In the still of the night, this pain forever grows.
My brother, my sister, they laugh and they live,
Unaware of the grief I’ve no choice but to give.
I walk with a shadow, a ghost by my side,
In a world that moves on, while I break down inside.
A mother’s last wish, so quiet, so deep,
Leaves me alone in a sorrow to keep.
In the silence, I drown, in the dark, I remain,
Bound by her love, in this infinite pain.
This one is very personal to me. My mothers dying wish... To let her death be known by no one but me. My siblings are not around while my she has breath in her lungs. They do not get to be there when she no longer does.
