Bench Marks, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

It was early afternoon, death rattle soon
I stood over her, she was facing doom
The abyss of nothingness

I could watch the motion
Leave her face, last her lips
Puckered as if wanting to kiss

But I knew it was just the neuron’s last twitch
I still desperately miss our companionship

Rewind to 7 years ago
Where she died in the nursing home
She’s not around she cannot know

I cannot share the bench mark here
This will be poem 200 at this site so dear
I wish I could send more prose to her ear

But her ashes have long since disappeared
In a Carolina beach she loved to be near
I love you mom, I want you back

For 400 poems, but that won’t stack
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This is poem 200 post at All Poetry.com

My mom died on this day back in 2017. We had polar opposite personalities and politics. We fought like cats and dogs growing up. But when I moved in with her to help her in her old age, all that melted away and we became really close. We still fussed, but we grew to understand each other more. We became really close and I wish I still had her around.

It is bittersweet that I am at my 200th poem on this website on the same day she died. I love you mom. I miss you so much.