Another poem for all of you. I wrote this one on December 21st, 2005, which was about almost two months after I lost my mom. It's very raw, and talks about my week that I lost my mom and had to attend her funeral. It's a little emotional, but lets you know what it was like. There is no doubt it was hard, but I'm still here. Let me know what you guys think!
My Eventful Week
Friday many tears were shed.
But
it's okay because you are going
to call me.
Saturday I fell, and
pieces of me will never get up.
But
it's okay because you are going
to wake up.
Sunday I wrote you a poem
and even gathered your photos.
Monday I curled my hair,
and dressed in all black.
I saw you Monday.
Your eyes closed,
your face pale
and you had not called me.
I held your hand,
cold and hard.
Monday I said goodbye.
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