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Mom

We go back a long way


To your little boy’s first cry


What I feel, words can’t say


But to you, I’ll no longer be saying hi



You left a few days ago


And for you, I’m happy


Though it came as a blow


Now, you’re not trapped in your body



But your chair is empty


And your photographs


I can hardly bear to see


Still, I can laugh



Because your spirit is free


And it's the end of your suffering


In the afterlife, I’m sure you’re happy


Even if over us, you’re still watching






You were a good mom


And I remember the milk was hot


On cold winter morns


You were the kindest alarm clock



We called you fatso


And took you for granted


Nicknamed you Bassallo


And used other silly terms of endearment



When you became too feeble


You still worried about our wellbeing


Your family, you always needed


So up there, I wonder how you’re doing.