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    Acceptance

    Tears run down my face
    not of happiness, but sorrow
    My mother died today
    she won't see tomorrow

    It all happened so fast
    sitting in her hospital room
    A cold March night
    filled with so much gloom

    I know that she won't make it
    and I prepared for this day
    Yet no one can ever be ready
    to watch a loved one pass away

    Her breathing is shallow
    her lungs no longer exist
    for they have been consumed
    by a metasticized cyst

    In a drug induced coma
    she can no longer respond
    I gently brush her hair
    and urge her to hang on

    She gave up long ago
    so tired of the pain
    she came to peace with GOD
    and she is now HIS to claim

    And yet she hung on
    the reason I now know
    to make sure her children were ok
    before she had to go

    I laid in her room on the couch
    to rest my eyes so brief
    My heart was filled with joy
    from a visitor in my sleep

    She looked so very beautiful
    and we decided to have breakfast
    The restaurant was so crowded
    and she began to grow restless

    I tried to talk awhile
    but she said it was her time
    I begged for her to stay with me
    a little longer in line

    But she was oh so tired
    and she reached for my hand
    She said "I'll always love you-
    until we meet again"

    I awoke from my sleep
    and focused on the clock
    It was 2 am that day
    when her breathing finally stopped

    My heart felt very heavy
    and pain filled my head
    The time had come
    and my mother was now dead

    There was so much I wanted to say
    so much I wanted to do
    Tears slowly filled my eyes
    there was nothing I could do

    My life would never be the same
    I wouldn't hear her voice
    She raised me to be strong
    and so I had no choice

    My life gradually moved on
    and I began to heal
    She sometimes visits my dreams
    and it all seems so real

    She watches over me-
    she's with me everyday
    I talk to her often
    everytime I kneel to pray

    Now tears run down my face
    of happiness, not sorrow
    My mother died three years ago
    In me she lives- forever my tomorrow

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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