YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD!

Your Mother is dead! Reality pushes its way in.
She will never caress you, She will never kiss you.
Your Mother is dead! Her hands are cold,
Her warmth is stone; she does not respond
To any kind of spontaneity:
To the cries of hurt. To the cries of pain,
or to any words--and laughter.
Nor does she respond to any smiles, or tears--
But lo,and how and oh how those tears are shed now.
Your Mother is dead! She lies very still.
Your Mother is dead! Acceptance, settling in.

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1. Cel Laroque says:

   um...I don't know if I should be sympathetic and sad, or scared as all hell.
   Creepy dude.