Sta.sh
I wistfully looked out that long tainted window thinking of my past,
Running my fingers down the dusty pane glass.
The lighting in the room made my mood differ,
Thinking of more pain made my body stiffer.
The tears blandly ran down my cheeks,
Losing my mother like this absolutely stinks.
I grab my clothed arm trying to control my emotions,
But the more I control it the more I go through the motions.
"I love you dear." My mother would gleefully say,
Who would've thought I wouldn't see her face today.
Wiping my eyes I turned back to the window's light,
I guess this is one battle I just can't easily fight.
I turn from the window and grab my coat to leave,
This house was causing me to severely grieve.
Stopping on my way out the door,
I pick up a picture frame and I was definitely sure,
That this was my mother at the age of forty-four.
I seen the wet tears wipe away the dust,
Thank goodness no one was here to see me make such a fuss.
I close my eyes and imagine the good times we had,
"I love you mommy." Hearing myself say that made me even more sad.
I put the frame back on the dresser,
Keeping strong in this house was becoming lesser and lesser.
Soon then I was out the door,
Thinking of my mom,
And all that I was grateful for.
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