What She Must Seek Forgiveness

she wrote
an essay about her mother
who met an accident
on the road
about how she died
instantly

there were signs
and premonitions but she did not really mind them

she cried
of course she knows how to cry
and write a poem
about death and
redemption

i understand
i know the feeling
when mothers are gone without the needed goodbyes

life moves on
like time it does not wait or tell anything important

i just remember
and now like everyman entering the halls of old age
i begin to reflect
like that mirror absorbing light
showing some faces
and bodies
some leaves that twirl and tumble
and then
takes its own little space
upon the
silence of the burial grounds.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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