The Goodbye She Could Not Say

Two winters back,

my father passed away,

we all navigated grief,

but the wife, my mother,

who spent five decades,

with the man,

was inconsolable.

She understood,

he was the oldest in the family,

and went first,

that's normal.

Before the body turned invalid,

before dignity was lost,

it’s better to exit,

she believed.

It makes sense,

but she couldn’t accept

that she didn’t get to say,

the final goodbye.

It was sudden,

that was her complaint.

Well, now that we saw

a deadly plane crash,

hundreds of people,

globetrotters,

flying for better futures,

in the middle of mundane,

lost their lives tragically.

Nobody could say goodbye

to their loved ones,

not even the families,

traveling together,

on that fateful flight.

So we can't always say farewell,

we must make peace with.

Except in terminal illness,

we don’t often get the chance.

We shouldn’t feel guilty,

all love and care

should be expressed

while we are still here,

with each other,

when we feel emotions.