A poem

[neitherine]

I wrote this poem after my Mum died of cancer. I was trying to symbolise loss, grief, and moving on.

 

 

Before she Died...

 

Before she died, i would sit on her lap;and the world would pass us by

Before she died, i wasn't alone,i was never alone

Before she died, i was happy, i was free, i could believe

 

But then she died, and i had no lap to sit;and the world stopped

But then she died, and i was alone

But then she died, and i wasn't happy, i was trapped, and i doubted it all

 

And then i realised, she couldn't really die, because i loved her

 

Please tell me what you think