My Guardian Angel

I hear the soothing coos of the mourning dove,
just as I too have lost a love.
My mother it seems has faded from my memory.
And all I can hear is the haunting melody
of cries of pain, screams, the agony in which she spread,
to me.
As I saw her laying on the bed I wondered soon when it would end.
Foolish me thought it was just a painful panic attack
When what was in store was much more than something simple as that.
I believed her false truth
and went to the bathroom
to get ready for school
just another day in the classroom
and when I came out I called her name
she didn't answer, never would again
There I saw her on the bed
Blue-lipped and cold and definitely dead.
I refused to believe it so I ran across the street
Banged on the neighbors door while
I felt defeat.
They answered and I told them "Help me My mother is dying!"
and they could see it on my face I wasn't lying.
So the cops and paramedics came
all I did was cry
and kept repeating my mother's name...
April 11, 2011