I stared blankly at the coffin a single rose placed on top. The smell of rain and flowers filled the air the graveyard dirt grew wet under my shoes. My whole body seemed to be shaking with cold but I didn’t care I could only stare at the coffin that contained my dead mother. The rain fell splashing onto my face my tears mixed with it. I felt hollow. I couldn’t understand how a woman so beautiful and full of life could die.
My knees gave out and I fell in front of the coffin. “Mom.” She’s not here she’s gone. “Mom.” No she can’t be it’s not fair! My hands curled into fists the muddy dirt filling my fingernails. “Mom!” I screamed my chest racking with sobs. I let the tears flow freely. I had never felt so alone. The only sound that filled the graveyard were my sobs filled with the sorrow of a lost dead one.
Why did she leave? How could she leave me? Why did death take her away? I remember the days I visited her in the hospital. She smiled for me even though she was in pain. Seeing her hooked up to so many machines scared me. I could feel the smell of death circling around the room an evil angel waiting to take her away.
The long hours in the hospital seemed to fly by. I would sit and talk with her about all sorts of things promising her she looked fine and praying that she would get better soon. We talked mostly about when I was little and how I would cry if I squashed a bug. Those talks with mom were sad and happy.
The morning she died was most vivid. I had fallen asleep by her bedside holding her hand when a nurse came in to check on us. I woke up just in time to see mom smiling at me. “Good morning sweetie.” She whispered I smiled back and said “Morning mommy.” I didn’t know why until a few minutes later why stomach hurt so much like something was wrong.
“Come lay next to me.” She scooted over so I had enough room and I got on the bed gently and lay down. I didn’t care if the nurse was there I forgot about her. “Remember when tallow died and you cried for days?” she asked me and I nodded remembering my furry orange cat that I got when I was three. He had died of old age and we buried him in the yard. I thought it was the end of the world. But mom helped me through it. She helped me through a lot of things.
a rough draft plz tell me what you think and if i need to make any changes
My knees gave out and I fell in front of the coffin. “Mom.” She’s not here she’s gone. “Mom.” No she can’t be it’s not fair! My hands curled into fists the muddy dirt filling my fingernails. “Mom!” I screamed my chest racking with sobs. I let the tears flow freely. I had never felt so alone. The only sound that filled the graveyard were my sobs filled with the sorrow of a lost dead one.
Why did she leave? How could she leave me? Why did death take her away? I remember the days I visited her in the hospital. She smiled for me even though she was in pain. Seeing her hooked up to so many machines scared me. I could feel the smell of death circling around the room an evil angel waiting to take her away.
The long hours in the hospital seemed to fly by. I would sit and talk with her about all sorts of things promising her she looked fine and praying that she would get better soon. We talked mostly about when I was little and how I would cry if I squashed a bug. Those talks with mom were sad and happy.
The morning she died was most vivid. I had fallen asleep by her bedside holding her hand when a nurse came in to check on us. I woke up just in time to see mom smiling at me. “Good morning sweetie.” She whispered I smiled back and said “Morning mommy.” I didn’t know why until a few minutes later why stomach hurt so much like something was wrong.
“Come lay next to me.” She scooted over so I had enough room and I got on the bed gently and lay down. I didn’t care if the nurse was there I forgot about her. “Remember when tallow died and you cried for days?” she asked me and I nodded remembering my furry orange cat that I got when I was three. He had died of old age and we buried him in the yard. I thought it was the end of the world. But mom helped me through it. She helped me through a lot of things.
a rough draft plz tell me what you think and if i need to make any changes