I watched as mother left
never to return to me again,
to lift me into her loving arms.
I sat as I heard the priest
pray for her,
he prayed for her safety
for her safe passage.
I looked at mother
as the door was opened
she looked so beautiful
so peaceful
she had her favourite lipstick on
-the red one.
Her hair was braided to the back
just the way she loved it.
Her nails flashed red
she only wore red
if she had somewhere important
to go to.
It seemed so, for mother had
all her favourite pieces together
who ever she was going to see
must be really important.
I was asked to throw
the earth on her,
to pour some pretty flowers on her
they must be gifts for
the important person.
Mother was laid down
her eyes were shut
she looked like she was asleep
she looked so peaceful.
I looked down at her
just before they closed the door
I watched mother being buried
I watched mother as she left
never to return to me again
to lift me into her loving arms.