Matthew's Lament For His Mother
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!
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