Saturday, February 20, 2016

The Reason We Breathe

Only this morning, my mother died
as I sat holding her hand.
Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth wide
Only this morning, my mother died
I watched her chest heave; the oxygen tried
to fill up her lungs, as nature had planned.
Only this morning, my mother died
as I sat holding her hand.

1 comment:

Chris Brockman said...

Compact and effective. This sneaks up on you and leaves you sober and stunned.