Poetry by Sami-chan

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Your smiling face shimmers above me

I smile too, and my hand reaches forward

Tries, to touch your face but passes through.

What so is this feeling

Not resentment for though my heart cries out

There is bitter contentment in your presence

That knowledge that you have come to visit

In this my hour of desperate need.

I look down at the resting child

No longer a child, four long years ago now

That I held her in my arms to comfort her,

Pressed my wrinkled lips against the purple bruise

Growing quickly on her left temple.

I never knew how it was formed and yet,

She was my world, my sweet and joyful

And I long desperately to hold her one last time.

The mother of the child bends over her silent figure

Not resting, her look is one of the pains she carries

What is it that keeps her going when all else fails?

The mother kneels, suddenly spotting something

Unclasps the fingers tightly holding

A a photo, the photo of the mothers father

Slips gently from her grasp, falls to the ground.

And as her grip is lost her breathe begins to cease

The machine beeps, one long mournful tone

The child takes her last breathe, is gone

And the mother re-lives these moments forever,

Gazing at the photos of her daughter on the wall