Momma you won't die
Passavant her death rattle
still rings in my ears.

Her body carved up
past surgeries to 'mend' her
her life of scarred pain.

As a child I saw
the horrendous healing wounds
She showed me one day.

All was radical
two double-mastectomies
her ribs were showing.

And it didn't stop
another 18 years live
she had to share us.

Living denial
My dysfunctional kindred
numbered all her days.

She loved us dearly
saying, "What have I to give..."
even on deathbed.

She brought us to life
what more could we ask of her
mother to us all.

She did enjoy life
even seeing a grandchild
before passing on.

All her memories
we her children have wrote down
In a book of 'Mom."

From birth to her death
a mere 49 short years
is contained therein.

16 progeny
and still countring her blessing
she gave to this orb.

Though I'm a dead-end
In her geneology
my life has been blessed.

I won't 'cack' myself
she wanted denouement herself
Never to shame her.

Waiting my own death
honoring her memory
Is the right thing now.

In Heaven she waits
Even our Father with her
'til our end of time.


Rama