PERSON Poem: Death of Mother, by Samantha Gordon

my father is holding me,
i cannot feel.
my world is distorted,
nothing is real.

my brother is crying
i cannot see.
i’ve clawed out my eyes,
and i’m down on my knees.

my mother is gasping,
for air she can’t taste.
her heart is slowing,
oh what a waste.

of laughter and sunlight.
of nature and mother.
of resilience and freedom,
one daughter to another.

my ears are ringing,
in a false key.
for the rest of my life,
i’ll wish it was me.