Womb to Tomb

Say NO to old age homes

Skin etched with gyrus and sulcrus,

Symbol of the years rolled.

Standing in the line with a rush

To go above, heaven they called.

The last leaf was clinging so tight,

Putting up a fight

With the schedule of his flight

It’s over now.

When he was in her womb,

Little did she know,

He would come to her tomb,

With guilt and sorrow,

For not seeing her face,

On her last days.

He assured her, she would be safe at ‘the home’,

But it’s not the one, she baby-proofed for him.

Reviews

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Three words for your poem : sad, true, and wonderful. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

So true. My granmother had to be in a rehab facility after a stroke, and going to visit her every day in that place made me sick to my heart and my stomach. We got her out as soon as was humanly possible. You've penned a piece that truly made an impact on me personally. Sad, but a message that needed to be said. Well written.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Great write, love the progression of this captivating beautiful piece. thanks for sharing.

[Ency Bearis]

Great use of rhyme scheme and an interesting poem.