Shutting Down

never knowing the moment when
terrible decisions to make appear
to do or not to do, suffer or not
to make a decision, to die or to live
and the life not her own

mama why does the moon not fall
and be placed  on earth for us to climb
to touch its bright sparkly glow...
questions she dealt with before
could not be answered now

she wished cold hands could grow warmer
and twitch in love to her respond
but still upon the white blanket
it stayed unmoved by falling tears
nothing stirred but her humbled chest

Mama why can't I fly to the sun
and pick up the gold upon its face
to buy us a pretty house with a pond
for my pets and your ducks
no answering laugh and ruffling her hair
as when she was just a little girl

she has been there too long
she can never wake up ever
she is too tired and worn out
you should let her go now
the doctor's eyes were stern

three months of sleeping so quietly
from the day she fell with a scream
tumbling down the short flight of stairs
eighty-year old mama in a coma...
She cried with hiccuped sobs

goodbye mama please wait for me
under the frangipani tree at the garden
of rest, for I will miss you so much
she shut the life support down
kissing her mother's cheek as
she breathed her last...

she dreamed her mama
was waving goodbye
in the old car with her daddy
they looked so young and happy...
she woke up sunshine in her heart

her terrible resolve
was done with love
surely Mama knew.



*this poem was entered in a competition. Thank you for reading*