If my mother hadn’t died from stage 4, cervical cancer, she would have turned 76 today.
I don’t know why this is so important to me, when I hated her more each day.
I am angry that cancer got her so young.
But why, after all she had done??
If she’d gone to a doctor to get checked out,
She would have lived, I have no doubt.
She never would go to get seen,
Wouldn’t take me until my pain was keen,
Now I feel I have no one,
Who knows all my father had done,
He too has passed away,
I think of him never, in a good way.
I feel so very much alone,
I sit and wait by the phone,
There is no one I can see real soon,
The silence echos like a boom.
I’m going backwards to a past,
A time when good things never last.
Depression comes, and then it goes,
How long it will last, no one knows.