My Last Goodbye

Comments (0) Death, Poetry, Writing, Issue 10

Vintage botanical illustration of purple hydrangeas

Livkate Mejias

Two years I only got to know you 

I opened up too late 
I wish I had more time 
Chatting away on countless stories 
Making meals both laughable and heartwarming 
Creating wreathes of all kinds, never stopping
Lighting up the mood from laughter to smiles 
Working like no tomorrow, getting more done 
Having little money, yet gifting away. Planting
flowers of all kinds with joy. Opening the door to 
any conversation. I got the call at 5:38 AM on March 3rd 
I answered
“What’s wrong?” 
“My mom passed away” 
“You’re joking” 
“No, I am not” 
I cried
I cried
I cried–
He cried 
he cried
he cried
I thought you’d made it. You said you were okay 
We thought you were getting better 
No, you lied 
You knew the complications, saying your last goodbyes 
Sick for two weeks, and you called the ambulance too late 
I never got to say goodbye 
In times of need you wanted space, never wanting others worrying 
We all miss you 
your sons, husband, brothers, nieces, nephews, friends, and me 
I’m glad I was your daughter 
I came into the family two years ago, and you made it possible 
You finally have peace 
I bless you
I pray for you
I love you 
Enjoy the time chatting away with Nana. Mama misses you 
Drink all the A&W’s you want, no worries 
Plant all the flowers you want, for yourself 
Your dogs are there by you, forever staying 
I’ll never forget the words you said to Brandon about us


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