Why did you go mommy?

From the point of view of a mentally disabled 17 year old boy :)

My World Is Scary

Unknown, Unchanged

My Life Is Dreary

So Simple, So Plain.

My World is Apart

Ripped Into Slices Of 2

Just like my heart

It's breaking for you.


I miss old times,

Remember our plays?

I'd hold a smile,

For days upon days!

I had a best friend,

And a guardian too

Together till the end,

That's what I promised you.

"Never hate me"

You said day after day

"Hate can never be"

I kept hearing you say.


Then one night,

Just like all the rest

Off went my light,

And you tucked me in bed.

You said "i love you"

Before you closed the door.

"I do too" I whispered

As I heard your body hit the floor..


I went out to check

What happened now?

I saw you and gasped,

A scream escaped my mouth.

You were vomiting red,

And I had no idea what to do,

The hospital came,

They were trying to save you.


I didn't understand,

Why were they taking you away?

I held your hand,

Knowing it would be your last day.

You went to a white room,

You were hooked up to wires and machines

"She'll die soon"

Said the doctor so mean!

Why didn't they save you mommy?

Why did they break my heart?

Mommy you promised not to leave me!

Now my chest feels sharp.


Nothing will be the same again,

I don't have you by my side.

I am seventeen,

And I think I lost my smile.

Author's Note

Point of view of a 17 year old mentally disabled person who just lost his mother.

Reviews

[Seanh12]

Aww this poem is so well written and nice put into words I love it. Well done. Seventeen you say, I thought she wa younger Very touching write missy great job well done indeed.

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Thank you :)

[Seanh12]

its ok

[Lina Grey]

seventeen? alright. Reading it, I would have thought it be from the point of view of someone much younger. But I guess since he's mentally disabled. This is awful though (The writing's excellent, the story's awfully sad, I mean)! Sometimes there's just nothing that can be done, it's really sad. But to see your mother die right in front of you like that...oii. The descriptions were wodnerfully in character, I think. A touching write, missy. great job ~em

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Thank you :D made my day :)

[Lina Grey]

you're welcome :) it's what I'm here for

[Lina Grey]

okay, no it's not. But you're welcome anyway :)

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Haha :)

[Lina Grey]

:D