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A melancholic mother

January 12, 2026
By Not_Jaylen BRONZE, Fresh Meadows, New York
Not_Jaylen BRONZE, Fresh Meadows, New York
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The morning begins as I slip on my shoes getting ready to start the day. 

As I pass the table with my keys, I stop.

The sunlight hit my daughter directly, making her look heavenly, 

My daughter looked angelic. 


I packed a bag with care

The jersey, some laces and an extra pair, 

I knew she'd forget an inhaler, 

Leaving her without air 

And a feeling I couldn’t bear. 

Before I left I said a prayer


The neighbor was quiet, 

The car ride was silent, 

We drove through twilight, 

I dropped her off, I must’ve done something because she was very defiant. 


I spend the rest of the day running errands, 

I had to run to the bank

So I drove down the road, 

I walked up to my teller frank, 

I deposited a check, 

He checked on me, 

He asked how I was doing, 

My mind went blank.

I said alright and kept it moving. 


My hair looked like a storm blew through it, 

So that was my next stop. 

I sat in her chair and asked her to

Give me a chop. 

She asked me how I was doing after the loss. 

I didn’t have much time since I had to shop. 


I run to the pharmacy to get her a new Inhailer, 

She would also be hungry, 

So I run to get her favorite snack,

I walked down the cheese isle, 

To get my baby some Colby jack, 

I don’t know what got into me, 

Suddenly I heard my daughter quack. 

I go to check out 

Because it felt like she had me under attack. 


Driving home I turn on the radio, 

just what my daughter would want 

her tunes on full blast. 

She would always pull this stunt, 

To avoid her feelings 

They were always blunt. 


I walk in and the see the table again, 

To see a picture of my kid

And my mom

Tears fell down my face as I slid

As I’m on the floor,

Remembering the death of my daughter.


The author's comments:

I just randomly wrote this about grief. The idea of grief came into my head so I started writing. The theme is supposed to be mourning after death, especially as a parent.  


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