It started out as a beautiful day,
I was six and with my older, beautiful sister, Fay.
My mother was gardening and I was going to help
When I heard my mother let out a yelp.
My sister and I rushed to her side
She had collapsed in the dirt and with great stride
My father came, took her to the hospital,
And I saw that her face was white and brittle.
She started coughing up blood with every breath
And I realized soon, it would lead to her death.
She gazed at me and smiled and held my hand tight
Then she shivered and her soul took flight.
My mother died that day,
Next to me and my older, beautiful sister, Fay.
For days, weeks and many years after,
I never smiled with joy; no laughter.
I was older now and had my own house,
Lonely, alone, without a spouse.
One day I was sitting on my porch and saw a dog,
A dog in the street , and running near a log.
It tripped and fell and then a truck came,
It accidently hit the dog, the animal was extremely maimed.
The dog collapsed and fell in the street,
Away, the dog was about seventeen feet.
I rushed to its side and it let out a yelp,
And at that moment I realized I was again unable to help.
On my hand was thick, hot, blood. Yet it was like another.
That blood that reminded me of my dear, sweet, dead mother.