Elegy: "Dear Mother"Dear Mother—I longed for your love:
so when you passed away I wept;
as your spirit rose up above
my stinging tears, which were inept,
flowed as we began to remove
your cold, silent corpse as it slept—.
Days passed—they gathered for your wake,
a soothing time that was not sad
or grave as they tried for my sake
to pay their respects and act glad:
as you laid there (to never take
a breath again), I could’ve gone mad.
The hour arrived—the funeral
took place on a cold, wintry morn
as if dream-like, strange and surreal.
Distraught, I felt bereaved and torn
as your last rites and burial
left me forlorn—oh so forlorn!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2018-05-26 at 02:17
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