Part XIV

Part XIV

 

 

 

In the safe, his Mother found three letters,

One for her, one for his pastor, and one for,

His most trusted friend, Jean,

And a will which included all the fortune,

He had made, all, left in her name.

The reason why he had to write,

The will in his mother’s name no one knew.

She hesitated to open the letter addressed to her,

She was weak; her hands shook in terror,

What could my son … only son,

Whom my heart adored with all its fullness,

Not tell me but just hide in a letter?

She could not understand,

She felt like asking someone,

Who was there to ask?

She was all alone.

She wished she could speak to the walls.

Loneliness escalated pain in her heart,

The thought of losing her only son,

Was more than a tragedy,

What pride could she have again?

Life was going to change,

The fortune left for her,

Even if it could last her for decades,

It all meant nothing,

It gave her no comfort,

Could wealth give her the happiness?

Her son had given her.

Impossible!

She felt like crying out to God,

But her lips trembled,

They remained stuck in the same position.

Losing your only child,

Is something you can’t recover from,

It’s like a wound on the heart,

It may heal, but the scars will remain,

They will remind you of what you lost,

The worst is, you can’t run away from them,

They become tattoos in your mind,

And a painting on your soul,

Ten years from now,

Maybe a hundred years to come,

They will still be there,

Bringing the images and restoring back the pain,

You may cry to God to make you strong,

You may pray and ask for joy,

But deep within, the pain still lingers,

It keeps haunting you like a ghost,

The memories, the moments,

Tell me, can you forget them?

Can you say it will all be over?

Losing a child, especially for a mother,

Is more painful than anything else,

When she remembers the nine months,

Of pain and shame she went through,

It can never go away…

 

 

 

Still, life has to continue…

 

She gathered herself up,

She had been sitting down on the floor,

All the time, caught up in a world of pain and sadness,

She was worn out,

You could count her bones from afar,

She had lost many pounds,

She was no longer strong as she used to.

She opened the letter…

 

My Beloved Mum,

 

You are the most precious,

The most adorable of all,

I can’t compare thee to any woman,

You are much stronger in heart than anyone

I have ever encountered in my life…

 

She paused for a minute…

Those words made her cry more,

They reminisced her, of her son,

How he used to praise her with marvelous words,

The heart touching adorations,

They made her secure and stronger.

She now, will miss those praises,

She will miss her son’s love.

The greatest pain, when you lose your loved one;

Is the pain from the memories you had together,

They are like the sun in the morning,

Which reminds you that it’s already dawn,

And there is nothing you can do about it.

 

She continued…

 

Mama, by the time you,

Are reading this letter,

I’m already gone,

I know you would love to know,

Why I had to leave so soon,

I know you are still angry at that driver,

I’m sure it will be difficult for you to forgive him,

But I ask you to forgive him,

For this will grant my soul a calm rest,

As I wait for Judgment day

I wish I could have told you before,

You taught me to be a good son,

I obeyed every command, word, and advice,

You guided me in every righteous path possible,

I was with you as you struggled to raise me up,

It hurt me, for the pain and mockery,

You had to endure for my sake,

I’m sorry that I couldn’t help by then,

You are a wonderful woman, mama,

You taught me what no one else could,

Teach me,

You made me see the world in ways,

I couldn’t have known if it were for not you,

Thank you for all you did for me,

You are the best,

Will always be the best ever…

 

She paused again for a minute,

Breathed in deeply,

Then she continued to the last paragraph,

This, left her in more pain and devastation.

 

Mama, I’m in love with Ben,

I have always been,

I can’t bear the thought of…

Of living without him anymore,

I’m sorry…

I wish I had told you earlier.

 

She wondered what her son really meant,

She thought of opening the letter addressed to the Pastor,

But she couldn’t,

It was marked ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ and stamped with a seal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Borice is a young talented poet who believes in the power of words. He is an alumnus of Multimedia University. He is also the CEO and Founder of The Miracol Creators Limited, a firm whose main mission is to help upcoming talented writers to publish their work and reach a wide audience easily and at a minimal cost. He is also a spoken word artist and his main goal is to impact the world positively through his poetry.

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Email: boricc1995@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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