To a Dying Mother

Silent, unmoving,

On a bed as worn

As the rag you are dressed in,

Tears forming in your eyes,

Knowing what's coming,

An end to it all

But mine still lies ahead,

The wind howling outside

Reminds me that the world

Can be like your heart,

Cold and scathing

For I needed to bleed

To prove my worth

Yet my love I give you,

Undeserving,

But there's nothing more

That you can do

But wait out the days

Till your eyes are closed

And dream forever, a silent memory

So carry your tears now,

For none shall be shed

After you're gone,

To water the chances

That somewhere in that world

Forgiveness can grow

And as your blood turns

To ash inside your veins,

The light weeps not for your soul

But darkness forever more

Shall sprout from those seeds

You planted in me,

So carry on, dream

© Antonio Beardall