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The Day my Mother died

The day my mother died
I did not cry.
I was overwhelmed with shock
And sat sullen by the fireside
Watching the wailing womenfolk.

The day my mother died
My perception became surreal
I hoped she would rise like Lazarus.
I resigned and sighed
In helplessness and anger,
I mourned for the bond untied
The maternal bond, the womb gave.