Troubles

The source of my troubles
Is mainly to do with loss
And I find it quite hard
To find comfort from a cross

I’m not a religious person
Even if she was
It just doesn’t appeal to me
I don’t want my life to have a boss

I just miss her so much
Nobody seems to have the answer
Have you ever been affected
By this thing they call cancer?

I have but not directly
It struck a war with my mother
The doctors told us to count the days
A week went by, then another, then another

Until finally her breathing stops
Her heart beat rapidly decreases
She’s been granted permission
To rest in pieces

When I heard the news I froze
Unable to even shed a tear
Grief overtook me
And eventually so did fear

I realised I had no mother
That is when I started to cry
What am I to do now
When mother’s day rolls by?

It’ll have been 20 months
This Friday twelfth
I hope not to cry
Move through the day with stealth

I guess I should thank you guys
You took the time to listen
To my sob story of a life
Hope your eyes don’t glisten

I don’t want your sympathy
Just some good advice
Maybe even a comment
Even if it is to criticize

I’d like to see her eventually
In the Bella Muerte hotel
I'll continue to vent my feelings
But now I will bid you farewell