DEATH BE NOT PROUD

DEATH BE NOT PROUD

As I sit here alone in heaven
There is no one here but angels to comfort me.
Oh, how I wish my mother were here,
To hug me and say that is ill be alright.
Till that fatal day.
The day I wish never happened.
The day…of my last.
All I have now is memories.
Memories of my mom saying.
“Goodbye, and have fun.”
Memories of me getting on my bike.
Oh, how I wish the car would have seen me.
If I knew that this was going to be my last breath,
The last words I would have told my mother
How much I loved her.
But no, I am dead, and I should be proud.

Cynthia Lee