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Date Posted: 09:04:50 11/27/99 Sat
Author: john paul farouf
Subject: Died, still alive

There were no last words.
No deathbed profundities or revelations,
just my poor old Mum.
She just stared.
I didn�t know whether to close her eyes,
in case she needed to blink.
She stared intently, as if she�d seen something.
And then she breathed out slowly, as if she was tired.
She didn�t breathe in.
And one of my tears didn�t drop on her cheek.
She didn�t smell of incence.
I noticed her nails needed cutting.
What an empty space I have now,
I don�t want to think about her face.
She knew me to my core.
Leave me alone.
Just leave me. Alone.
So soft and vulnerable and dotty.
And I felt as if I�d died.
The ache alone of it all
The weight, the hurt.
Must it always be like this?

Nothing to soften the blow.

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