This elegy composed in memory of my dear mother who passed away peacefully in her sleep on the cold, early afternoon of 20 January 2010 (which--to me--seems like only yesterday).
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.
Time passed. They gathered for your wake,
a soothing hour 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 day 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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Elegiac Memories of 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.
Time passed. They gathered for your wake,
a soothing hour 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 day 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
Read 788 times
Written on 2018-05-26 at 02:17
Tags Death Memories Elegy
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