My mother is dead
Laying there on the floor
My mother is dead
Not my mom any more
Her broken body lies
In a crumpled heap
There is no pulse, no hint of breath
Her uninterrupted sleep
My mother is dead
Yet I see her stir
My mother is dead
But I need to make sure
With a trembling hand, I caress
My mother, a bleeding mess
Could her movement be a trick?
A hollow gasp rasps from within
My mother is dead
Yet she lifts off the floor
My mother is dead
But not any more