Mother,
you carried me
into life
and now
you carry me
dead
for all your eternity.
Mother,
I love life
and I bless your heart
for I knew the bliss
of your unconditional love.
Mother,
you cry
and you bleed
and I
can not help you.
Mother,
I know
the day I died
you tried
oh so desperately
to breathe life
into my lungs
and that moment
you attached yourself
to the anchor of my death.
Mother.
I know you miss me.
I know it is not fair.
I know you love me.
Please,
mother,
live,
carry me forever
out
into the sun
of your loving
my brothers
as you love me.
And, mother,
do know
that your love
would have grown me
into the man
you dreamed of.
I love you.
4.1.2015
The title is a reference to Michelangelo's statue.
The poem is a humble tribute to a most dear friend whose son died suddenly; he had just turned fourteen and died on the third day of last february. Her grief is beyond imagination.