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A melancholic mother
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.
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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.