His Mother

Her hair was thin and limp
Her eyes were set like stone
Her lips had quivered one last time
One last breath
Now a permanent goodbye
The scythe had swung one more time
Leaving nothing but despair behind

He was sitting by her feet
Stroking her legs
As if it was his final way to say goodbye
Death had kissed his home
A swipe to smite
To take away his most precious
And he knew that he would never be the same again

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