Mom's Last Words
“when I left her side she said something, nothing of great importance,
I did not know those were her last words...”
It’s been three years since you have spoken to me,
Your voice I hear in my head, is now only a memory,
Lying in bed so still and quiet, your chest slowly rises and falls,
I sit in silence and listen to your world, all the noises in the halls.
You once walked the halls so proud and well dressed,
Loving life, enjoying people and feeling so blessed.
How can a disease rob you of your heart and soul,
I look in your eyes, are you in there, its taken such a toll.
I visit you often to sit and talk endlessly about nothing,
I wonder if you still enjoy music, oh, how you could sing.
The nursing home now does not seem like such a cruel place,
You have lost everything in this world, all but your body space.
I hug your tiny frame so frail, seems like I may break a bone,
The nurses come and go, calling you Junebug, I don’t condone,
Your name is June and you’d be unwilling to develop a bond,
But now you lie there with arms straight, unable to respond.
You guided me in life and loved me well and so strong,
But your spirit time with me, loving me was not long.
How would I know the last words were really your last,
You know nothing now, not me or anything from your past.
I want to ask you about your pies, or how to make a curtain,
You could answer almost anything, or so it seemed I’m certain.
Having a coffee at night when Dad was in bed, we’d just sit and talk,
Oh, I miss you so very much, your mind I wish I could unlock.
Although I hate to see you fade and lose that last spark in your eye,
I know that I’ll see you again one day, when it is my time to die.
This disease means losing you twice but that I can endure,
For now I know you are at peace in heaven, for that I am sure.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 27, 2011
Constance LaFrance Contest "Mother"
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