Mum

When the final silence
Settled soft upon her chest
I lifted up her favourite drink
And whispered Mum, at last you rest
I smiled not for her leaving
But for the peace she finally won
For the gentle soul I once called Mum
No longer trapped in what she’d become
A celebration quiet honest
For the ending of her fight
And the hope that somewhere somehow
She stepped back into the light.




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2026-07-09 at 11:55

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Very sweet poem! Beautiful.
2026-07-09