I tasted the smell of fresh-brewed coffee and pancake batter
Though so quiet as a library, with the biggest lack of laughter
Mom wore the the hue of woe, rather than her usual flowered patterns
With Dad\'s hand around her waist, to swing if she\'d fall and he\'d catch her.
The phone on my bed trembled like a school\'s bells
With sad emojis and sentences of farewells
In came my little sister and like a casted spell, she fell
Over the bed that once shared our gossips, but to her eyes, felt now like a shell.
I fluffed my dress and greeted the dogs\' silent whining
And patted their head gently, to hear their friendly barking
From their eyes\' corner came down their stare, like crying
Right then, something in me, just felt like dying.
Mom scratched her throat, as she poured out my perfumes
And wobbled her knees, as she roamed room by room
Held a teddy bear to her chest, that gave a magical ilusion of the bloom
Of a maroon rose stuck to her tears, that made the petals seem a color of gloom.
A waterfall of tears stroked my cheeks, so I asked Mom to hug away my sadness
Fear strucked me over, as the stream catched up with fastness
Memories flashed my eyes, happy though filled with anxious
Feelings that my today, had already become my tomorrow.
It clicked as a puzzle, the in-the-air undeniable sorrow
The tasty smell of breakfast, but the silent that was so hollow
Though I cried, I smiled and whispered \'I\'ll be close, buf far no, how so?\'
Cause this is the first in so long I\'ve smiled, but the last time that I\'ve cried.
So I stayed by their side, as their tears hardly tried
To hold on to what stands beside them, but letting go of what\'s inside
I thank God for the ride and ask him with delighted pride
That someday they as well be happy and thank him, for that one morning, when I died.