She Flew Away

The sickness came

We didn’t know

what it was, or

if it would stay or go.

The doctors said,

“She won’t stay long”

but we still hoped

that the were wrong.

Then she went

she flew away

God took her home

She’s there to stay.

When she went

I fell apart

it pierced me through

just like a dart.

Picked up back habits

I knew they were bad

had no other explanation

other than that , “I’m sad.”

Changed my life

the way I lived

most of it

was not what I wanted.

My dad told me,

“Think about you Mom.”

‘When she’s looking down at you

is she proud of who you’ve become?’

My friends told me,

“Keep your head up,

You’ll be fine.”

How could they know

What’s next in line.

*just a poem I wrote late year when my mum was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and passed. It’s not done but I wanted to share it:/