Dear Mom

Dear Mom

I've been trying to write this poem for a long time and I couldn't but I think now I'm ready.
So mom tell me this, when you left how did you think I'll survive?
How am I going to face this vultures that has been meaning to destroy us?
How am I going to survive in this cold because I'm just a little chick without it mother(hen)?
So am I actually going to get any answers or I'm just blasting words around?
Dear mom.
I'm not trying to be rude hope you understand, I'm just trying to find out why you left me, or you didn't want me anymore?
I know I was too much but I was still your son.
Anyways mom I've made it to college where you always wanted to see me but hey can you see me.
Everyday when I'm trying to sleep I always ask myself one question that are you happy with the person I've become or I'm just a disappointment.

Everytime I close my eyes I see your face, I see your smile but that Last smile you left me with, telling me that you'll come back.
But Mom did you come ba... oh you did come back now I remember, but you were in a casket, lying there in that glass, with you're eyes closed and not even a single word came out of your mouth.
Do you know how painful it was?
But then what can I do or what can I say because those who knows they say it was God's will.
Was it really his will to see me surfer?
To see me in this pain?
To turn my sleeping pillow to a shoulder to cry on?
So mom, are you all being real?
Anyways mom I'm sorry hope you're not angry towards me.
Can I ask one favor from you and God, can you atleast come visit me only this once.

♧Kinga_NedForControl