Mother – a poem


By Teresa Smeigh 2019

I lost my mother almost six years ago.

What happened to her we do not know?

One day she was alive and talking to us.

The next she was no longer able to fuss.

She was alive, but there was no reaction.

There was no way to have interaction.

The cause of her death was never found.

There was no hope she’d come around.

A week, maybe two she laid in that bed.

Nothing we could do, nothing left unsaid.

She hung in there, waiting it seems.

We gave her permission to go on alone.

We even got our brother on the phone.

Finally, she was ready to leave us behind.

We wished her well, we had peace of mind.


Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog

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