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Poetry

Stage 4

Her selflessness was her destruction
She neglected and offered all of herself

She smiled so big
She spoke soothing words
She needlessly apologized
All in her final hours

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A decade of growth

An (unknown) six-month countdown

June 24th, 2012

Eyes glazed, mouth gaping

Still in her leopard sheets

I gazed at her lifeless face

Eyes dry, lips pursed

She’s almost a stranger

But I looked down and noticed my hands look just like hers

But with life and warmth
I consciously tried to memorize every moment, and all those before

There is a light that never goes out
Knowing that I would never feel the comfort of a mother’s love again

 

 

 

 

Author: Jessica Hanak
Email: jessicamatela89@gmail.com
Author Bio: I am a thirty-year-old Austinite with an occasional flair for poetry. I am a cat mom of two and have been with my husband Andrew for 13 years. I write about trauma, grief and things of that nature. Thank you for taking the time to take a peek into my world.

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by Jessica Hanak

I'm thirty, ridiculous, and I don't write enough.

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