Words of a mother, Eyes of a child
“In a week, maybe two, I’ll be gone”,
whispered the mother to her child.
She paused, and took a huge breath
and washed the smile from her lips.
“Leave me now, I need room
for I have so much to explain”.
“How do I begin to explain
that her mother will soon be gone?
I am caught in the trap of this room
and I see in the eyes of my child
and the words she speaks through her lips
that her heart breaks with each breath”
“I am the one who gave breath
and it is left to me to explain.
I have lied through my lonely lips
that I will not forever be gone.
How can I leave this child
to weep alone in her room?”
“When I’m at peace, in this room
and still is the sound of my breath,
I reach forward to touch my child
to find the words to explain
She will want to know where I’ve gone
and to hear it, loud, from my lips”
“Kiss me now, on the lips
while we share this stagnant room
Remember me when I’ve gone”
As tears flowed like her breath,
She would never know how to explain
unless she became as a child.
She embraced the eyes of her child
and healed her heart with her lips.
Gone was the chance to explain.
As she took her last look at the room
the sunshine caught her breath,
but, soon lost in the clouds, was gone.
