Trying to imagine

In  blessed memory of my mother

This morning
As morning had broken
I tried imagining
Your last morning
On earth,
Did you know
It would be
The last time
You would see
the light flood
the sky
With bright blue?
Did you?
Did you know
that morning
Would be
the last time
the last show
the sun
Would direct
Upon the sky
And if you knew,
It was the last time,
why did you
Not call me
to say goodbye?
This morning
The spring sky
reminds me
every day
seems like the first
And every day
Might be the last.
I don’t wish
the days to last
forever,
But as i watch
the skie’s light in view;
I only wish
love
stop
Leaving me
Like you.

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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