She’s Gone by Divina S. Bonifacio
I. I heard it, my brother’s voice on the phone is cracking but I heard it.
The noise around me became a hush, movements came to a halt
I held my breath and clutched my phone.
Nothing came out, just the word “gone” stuck in my head.
II. Gone, my Mama is gone.
Barely a year after Dad’s battle with big C one
Why me? Why my parents? Why cancer? When it can be someone,
So many why’s my heart cries!
III. This too shall pass others may say
I beg to dis agree as life’s a tragedy
It knocks you off, it blows you away
It messes with you every single day
IV. I am but human sometimes of little faith
To lost both parents, such a fate
But life, as painful as a journey it could be
Sails on through, it’s meant to be! It’s destiny.
V. You may both be gone but life goes on for me.
I live with the memories of how happy we were as a family.
I have regrets I’d been so far away
But I know love works miracles in so many way.
The noise around me became a hush, movements came to a halt
I held my breath and clutched my phone.
Nothing came out, just the word “gone” stuck in my head.
II. Gone, my Mama is gone.
Barely a year after Dad’s battle with big C one
Why me? Why my parents? Why cancer? When it can be someone,
So many why’s my heart cries!
III. This too shall pass others may say
I beg to dis agree as life’s a tragedy
It knocks you off, it blows you away
It messes with you every single day
IV. I am but human sometimes of little faith
To lost both parents, such a fate
But life, as painful as a journey it could be
Sails on through, it’s meant to be! It’s destiny.
V. You may both be gone but life goes on for me.
I live with the memories of how happy we were as a family.
I have regrets I’d been so far away
But I know love works miracles in so many way.
About the Poem: "I lost my Mom during the pandemic. I am not a writer nor did I went to school to study writing, I am also a very private person, I prefer to bottle up feelings. It has been very hard not talking about the pain of losing her just a year apart from my father, both from cancer. I still see the pain in my head, how they look while battling to stay alive. I have to cope on my own as we never really talk about it. It was like to each his/her own pain in the family but its kind of different for me because I have so many regrets as I am the one away and I wasn’t able to go home during my Mom’s funeral because of the pandemic. There were no flights. Videos and photos and writing (so I can relive the moments) are what got me through. But I guess grieving never really ends, you just learn to live with it."
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