Matthew's Lament For His Mother

by Matthew

A most abysmal grief stricken state

Consumes my entire being of late.

These perpetual tears of sadness seem not to abate

Since the grim reaper brandished scythe

Signature sign of a deadlocked fate!



Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 the third of May

That our dearly beloved mother

Fought tooth and nail to death at bay

(as recounted by eldest and youngest sisters

who elected to remain on vigil that day)

Nonetheless rigor mortis' upper hand

Brought a (supposed) painless and swift death

To her diseased and emaciated riddled body

Suddenly gone lifeless and ashen gray!



This one and only (not so prodigal) son sorely

Misses his Mom

More than plaintive words can spell

With an agonizing and pained heart and soul

That rents asunder this psyche pell-mell

No amount of weeping can quiet and quell!



Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode

Conveyed in an easy to read poetic code

To help accept this finality and permanent loss

Now only retrievable from nostalgic memories

Identified as that childhood home and favorite abode!