A Mother’s Last Embrace

One night I had an uneasy dream
I was at Mother’s Wake
A woman entered the viewing room
I wanted to scream

It was my Deceased Mother
Followed by her Dead Sister Stella
A third woman without a face
Carried a black violin and an umbrella

The trio approached the coffin
Mother was lying in
The Blond woman with no face
Started to play a weeping violin

My brother suddenly grabbed me
And threw me against the wall
I fell to the floor then slowly got up
I realized I was now wearing a Pall

Mom looked at her corpse
Then approached me and said
I am not dead
Then she slapped my face and embraced my head

I awoke rolled out of bed turned on the light
Looked in the mirror with terrible fright
Saw a red mark on my face what a horrible sight
Did Mom return from the Grave to visit me this night

The mark was proof of Mom’s Death Embrace
I hope writing this poem
Will keep me from ever going
Back to this dark place

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