Mother

I remember when the days were longer
The nights seemed so far away
An aching breath keeping us steady
As you laid on your death bed

Tubes feeding your body things you couldn't say
Words too foreign for your native tongue
Unbearable to watch the heaviness of your chest
Like the weight of the world is on you

Maybe it was, as three children watched you die
Each day a piece of yourself lost
Not too slow but not too fast
Maybe that's why it wqs harder to let go

Perhaps thats why my memory is faded
Parhaps that's why I barely remember your voice
Perhaps that's why my heart aches
For a long lost teacher like yourself