When my mother died, I failed to cry
I had long prepared, to say goodbye
It was cancer that, took her away
Not a thing to do, to make her stay
My heart in pieces, but still no tear
I’d give anything, to have her here
I build up my walls, to protect her
They stayed far too long, would not wither
Time heals all wounds, or so they say
A bit of patience, to find my way
The vast emptiness, she left behind
A way to fill it, I’d have to find
It finally came, out of the blue
I fell to my knees, the tears were true
And embraced my grief, released my pain
I still miss you mom, that will remain
About the Creator
Jean-François Lamothe
I mainly write fantasy & sci-fi fiction and its neighbouring genres. Writing stories not of this world, I want my words to be an escape. Trying to improve my craft through short stories, though, I hope to write longer works in the future.
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