Mom

I don't know at what point I would be okay for you to be gone mom. There's always life that keeps being constant, along with other plans, But yet, I think hard enough to note it and there's no sense in all this for me to understand.. You're gone, puffed back from human to ashes, Probably somewhere landed in a new form. Yet, I stare hard at the dark moody clouds, to pass by and thus to spot you in the sky as a star. I know it's irrational and perhaps illogical for me to give up this norm. Ironically, one can't ever be prepared for such circumstances, but we do pretend to be strong. Liars, I shall say, to let go of the rage, the aggression for what's been done wrong! For there might not be anything this cruel and brutal for anyone to be aware of. Absolute for it's my word! There's nothing more that states this unfair act of god. For you devoted your life to it, and now it all is faulty and flawed.