Elegy: "Dear Mother..." revised

The death of a parent leaves one feeling numb and dead likewise.

Dear Mother, I pined for your love;
so when you passed away I wept.
As your spirit rose up above
my many tears, which felt inept,
flowed as we began to remove
your cold, untouched corpse as it slept.

We then assembled for your wake,
a light event. It was not sad
or grave as we lined up to make
and pay our respects and be glad:
as you laid there to never wake
I worried, What if I go mad!?

Then, all too soon, the funeral
took place on a cold, wintry morn--
all knew their place on arrival.
I wept for you, mournful and torn,
as the last rites and burial
made me numb and, Oh God...forlorn!

Reviews

[B.J]

Beautiful and tender, written with love.