Today, I woke up
To an alarm of an aching heart
Cramping my eyes.
I was in a bubble;
A bubble where she didn't exist,
Where she didn't give me hugs or kisses,
Or called me nicknames that made me giggle.
I met her last two years ago.
I never presumed I'd see her next
Under a white blanket,
With two cotton balls stuffed in her nostrils.
My mother ran and hugged her,
But I didn't dare move a step.
"She's so cold. Cold," Ma wailed.
I looked away.
The warmest person in the house was now the coldest.
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
