Please, I don’t wanna cry

I keep asking myself why

so soon

The world has more than enough room

for my mother to be in it

I feel like an incomplete sentence

Something is missing out of my life

I’m thankful for my wife

and two children but I miss my mommy

Thinking about her not being here anymore

makes me feel like a zombie

I don’t want to do anything

I don’t want to walk

I don’t want to talk

I don’t even want to feel

It’s like life without her isn’t real

They say time will heal

or you will heal with time

I just keep thinking about when my mother was in her prime,

before the diabetes, emphysema and cancer

before the doctor’s questions and answers

before her last breath

before her death

before everything was left

for me and my sister to handle

Lord, it’s not fair

My mother still had plenty of love to receive and share