The man who held your hand while walking down the aisle,
Can’t hold your hand anymore.
The parents who gave birth to you and nurtured you while growing up
Can no longer see their firstborn.
The siblings whose hand you held throughout your life
Can no longer cling to you.
The children you gave birth to
Can no longer call and complain to you about their life decisions.
The hand that was as soft as cotton
Now lay there all cold and firm with track marks.
The neck that was supposed to wear beautiful pieces of jewelry
Now lay there wounded with surgical scars.
You were supposed to wear all the beautiful clothes in the world
But you left the world wrapped in a plastic bag.
There you are lying on the ground all alone
With no one to hold your hand.
Every night I cry myself to sleep asking,
Why didn’t I take care of you as you did to me?
Why did you leave us so soon?
Why didn’t I get to kiss you for the last time?
Why didn’t I get to see you for the last time?
Why didn’t I get to say my last goodbye?
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