When the valves open,
tears do flow.
In mourning,
reading a eulogy
with a broken voice.
I saw it in nightmares,
my mom’s death.
All alone in the world,
facing a crowd.
She under a funeral shroud,
my lifetime companion.
The one who hugged me,
kept me warm.
The one who fed me,
taught me words.
She was my everything,
now she is gone.
I have to stay strong,
but I’ll I can do is cry.

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