Flowers

On the day that I died, I felt a sensation like floating through the air.

A strange feeling; my mood had changed. I no longer had a care.

They stood around me, tears were rolling, sharing stories, and bringing flowers.

The entrance was dark, and the hallways were quiet except for the distant machine.

The flames burn red, blue, and yellow; ashes to ashes, I was just a child.

Hurt and pain, fear, and fever. As I drift, I'm calling for Mama.

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She's sitting there, imagining my suffering, then begins to cry. Oh, Mama.

Above the white clouds, the blue sky turns gray. Where is the sun? Where is the air?

An adult way too young, fractured, and restricted; I never had a chance to be a child.

I stumbled through my life, unable to walk. It was the chance encounters that made me care.

I was scammed. I was misinformed by the enemy fire. I was left to die in the workings of the machine.

On that day, they sent my mother cards with condolences and brought her flowers.

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What does it mean when they say thoughts and prayers? Yet they kneel and meditate in front of dead flowers.

They prayed that she'd smile when she called out for help. All she could do was cry, my dear Mama.

She looked up to the sky and stepped into the church. Somehow she was sidestepped and captured by the machine.

She couldn't breathe; her lungs were heavy, and she gasped for air.

A loss so grave, she cried all day. She was in denial; she just didn't care.

Her grandest possession; I was her child.

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She saw me dance upon the clouds. She smiled when I was playing like a child.

She rubbed my hands and kissed my forehead. She felt abandoned when she saw the flowers.

I wanted to somehow let her know that I was still alive in her soul. I wanted to hug her and let her know I cared.

I couldn't breathe; my lungs were empty, and I gasped for air.

My body became lifeless. My soul was flowing freely. No longer trapped by the machine.

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Slowly, I transcended from one space to the next. I was guided along with the help of the machine.

My mother prepared my body with holy water. She had to announce: "This is my baby, this is my child."

Released from the care of my mother, and I'm breathing again. Feeling strong, being nourished by the air.

Her rosary of love hangs around my neck. Adorned with her spirit, decorated with the petals of the flowers.

Away I float. Away I go. I know it hurts, but don't cry, Mama.

I pay my respects to that little lady. The one who showed me love and taught me how to care.

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Alone I went up to the sunless sky to meet a galaxy that was waiting to give me tender loving care.

Sweeping me away from fear and protecting me from the machine.

Bringing me peace, teaching me love. Goodbye Mama, goodbye Mama.

My body was broken in my youth. Renewal came with death. Once again I can be a child.

Crossing over to this realm, I am chosen to greet those entering now. I offer beatitudes. I offer flowers.

Hearts of love surround me in multitudes. Standing on clouds. Speaking through the air.

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For all I know. For all I care. I was always an adult. But now I am a child.

Serenity follows me. Death has come to the machine. Now I am encapsulated by the scent of beautiful flowers.

In this celestial eternity, I embrace the essence of my Mama. It is because of her that I breathe the ethereal air.

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With love, RHC ❤️