My heart pumps so fast
As I think of you with glad.
But, the pain's still fresh to reminisce
And uphill to endure to the finis.
I flourished within your palm-
We became each other's lamb.
Since the existence of this flower,
You were always there.
'Til to your last breath, Mother,
Still clasping the hands of mine,
Still insuring my safety, as the time
You close your eyes, ruining my rhyme.
The laughters and tears;
The bravery and fears;
The empathy and fervor;
Then here goes the horror.
That moment you passed,
I was not prepared that dawn
And was scolding everyone
To call the ambulance.
Mother, you became my parents;
My guide to find the radiance.
And for that I am glad to,
With ardor, "Thank you."
And now, as I see you resting
With your eyes never gonna open,
I greet "See you" than "Goodbye"
For soon, I will be nigh.
~ Savvy - _ -
ENDNOTES
Based on Merriam-Webster...
Elegy \ˈe-lə-jē\
noun
: a sad poem or song : a poem or song that expresses sorrow for someone who is dead
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