Mom's Heart
Here, my mom died
killed by the diagnosis of cancer
-the funeral consists of
beautiful pink roses. In this picture,
there goes a woman laying her head against a beam
the thought that there was no more human in her body.
seeing her eyes closed this griefs too vast for me
her photograph touches my heart noticing how breathtaking it was
to have her on this Earth.
I think of how my day has risen.
Our memories will never die
I try to live my life
like she would want me to.
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