I will bury
my mother tomorrow
We’ll
hold hands together
By the
river bank
We’ll
watch the sun rise tomorrow
And she
will see it set no more.
That sun
will set on our dreams
Our memories
together
And leave
our painting incomplete.
Unlike other
days,
Alone I
will return home.
She will
cross the river on his wings:
The enemy
of life,
The elders to see, those I saw, heard or not.
So my
heart is glad
The eternal
city she will reach,
Though my
answers still incomplete.
I will
bury her tomorrow
Emptiness
I feel that cannot be filled
But pain
and hurt as I rewrite her encryption
On the
brass plate of my heart
And in the
hearts of many a similar way
A similar
journey before I take
Where the
sun never sets
Before my
sun sets no more
21. 06.
2013
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