My eyes feel so heavy, mother.
Will you help them close?
Tell me the story
Of when I did not know.
Know of the end,
That ever draws near.
Know of the pain,
the sadness, the fear.
I close my eyes,
and the heaviness lifts.
I remember the time
I was in complete bliss.
The smell of the summer,
The sound of pure heat.
The night when the sun and moon
Almost meet.
When crickets sing of joy,
And I sing along,
As I soak my feet
In a muddy little pond.
You hold my hand,
You cling desperately,
You knew all those things
That I could not yet see.
I was your lifeline,
But not one that was strong.
When that lifeline snapped,
You passed along.
That's when I started
To know why you left.
It was only the beginning,
But it was enough.
So mother, please hold me,
While I put myself to sleep.
Maybe I can join you
In my eternal dreams.
YOU ARE READING
The View From Above
PoetryThis is a book full of feelings. maybe they aren't my feelings, maybe sometimes they are. If you read it, try to relate to the feelings being portrayed. We'll see what happens.
