Mother Death Poem
I wrote this poem in honor of my beautiful mother who died in a auto accident on November 15th, 2007. I was driving. although the accident was not my fault, I feel guilt because I am alive and my beautiful mother died. she was my best friend. and I miss her more than words could ever tell.
I Wasn't Ready To Let You Go
©
Dollie Wilson
I wasn't ready to let you go.
Even though I'm told that it was your time.
I can't get that through my mind.
I wasn't ready to let you go.
It wasn't meant to be that way.
why did we go out that dreadful day.
It wasn't meant to be that way.
The scene of the crash plays
time and time again through my brain,
as I cry in agony over the pain.
I reach out and take you by the hand
and ask Mom are you okay?
You answer I don't think so and slip away.
No I scream,
this can not be.
this can not be happening I cry,
I beg you to stay.
This can not be happening this way.
A careless driver in a hurry.
You beat the cancer,
got through the worst of the chemo,
looking forward to the future,
without a worry.
A careless driver in a hurry.
Suddenly in a flash,
the sound of metal scraping,
glass breaking.
It took a few seconds for your life to end.
It took a few seconds for a life time of pain and sorrow to begin.
Momma, will the tears ever dry?
I ask this as I wipe my eyes.
I'm told in time.
But I don't think so.
I wasn't ready to let you go..
Even though I'm told that it was your time.
I can't get that through my mind.
I wasn't ready to let you go.
It wasn't meant to be that way.
why did we go out that dreadful day.
It wasn't meant to be that way.
The scene of the crash plays
time and time again through my brain,
as I cry in agony over the pain.
I reach out and take you by the hand
and ask Mom are you okay?
You answer I don't think so and slip away.
No I scream,
this can not be.
this can not be happening I cry,
I beg you to stay.
This can not be happening this way.
A careless driver in a hurry.
You beat the cancer,
got through the worst of the chemo,
looking forward to the future,
without a worry.
A careless driver in a hurry.
Suddenly in a flash,
the sound of metal scraping,
glass breaking.
It took a few seconds for your life to end.
It took a few seconds for a life time of pain and sorrow to begin.
Momma, will the tears ever dry?
I ask this as I wipe my eyes.
I'm told in time.
But I don't think so.
I wasn't ready to let you go..
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