Mother, you had me, but I never had you...

On Wednesday, they told me you had gone. On Thursday, I fought to carry on. On Friday, I traveled back home. On Saturday, I saw you so still, all alone. On Sunday, we said our goodbyes. On Monday, we opened your will, no surprise. On Tuesday, you returned in an urn. It's Wednesday again, and my heart still hurts.

Mom, it's been quite a week, please tell me you're not still asleep.

I miss you,
your son.

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