Her selflessness was her destruction
She neglected and offered all of herself
She smiled so big
She spoke soothing words
She needlessly apologized
All in her final hours
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A decade of growth
An (unknown) six-month countdown
June 24th, 2012
Eyes glazed, mouth gaping
Still in her leopard sheets
I gazed at her lifeless face
Eyes dry, lips pursed
She’s almost a stranger
But I looked down and noticed my hands look just like hers
But with life and warmth
I consciously tried to memorize every moment, and all those before
There is a light that never goes out
Knowing that I would never feel the comfort of a mother’s love again
Author: Jessica Hanak
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Author Bio: I am a thirty-year-old Austinite with an occasional flair for poetry. I am a cat mom of two and have been with my husband Andrew for 13 years. I write about trauma, grief and things of that nature. Thank you for taking the time to take a peek into my world.
