Gloomy Reflections on the Demise of Our Beloved MotherWe gathered to lay her in the cold ground;
it was to be her resting place—poor Mom!
Grieving, I sobbed while my siblings were calm;
only I appeared distraught and unsound,
overwhelmed at the sudden loss I found
too great to bear. It was like a huge bomb
had exploded in my life—like napalm!
As I sat with tears flowing and profound,
the eulogy was then delivered to all.
We buried her on a cold, frigid morn;
all were mute, as I felt a gloomy pall.
Among them I wept, so bereft and torn
was I during the funeral withal:
all the while, I felt bereft and forlorn.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2019-01-20 at 18:45
Tags Poetry  Mother  Death
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