last words, to first

[gimligirl]

I wrote this my freshman year of high school in a poetry book that a friend and I wrote in. Iread it today when going through some old journals. This was not the only poem I wrote about loosing my mom. It's kind of weird. April 29th, 2001,I wrote it almost 9 years before she died and it's not exactly the same as what happened but some of it holds true... I sat beside the bedside not knowing what to say. There she lies in a coma just barely alive. I lay my flowers on her chest and pray to God that he does not take her. Maybe she is ready but nay am I. I watch her there barely breathing and realize how much I need her. She was always there for me but rarely me for her. I know I've got to say something but instead what comes out is chokes and tears. I cry upon her chest as I have many times but this time is different because I know there won't be a response. I take her hand in mine and I know just what to do. "Mama" I say "I just want you to know I appreciate and lov eyou very much.Although I don't want you to go I will survive cause I am strong.". Nothing did I expect but something did I get for in response my mama d said "I love you" those were the last words my mama did say. Although she's gone a peace has come for the mournin day did come and the preacher too did come for to comfort and to say my mama's happy in the place where she is. Somehow I knew for a someday my mama am I gonna see, the first thing I'm gonna say is "I love you too,mama".

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