December 25th 2004

Who can erase a memory? who can erase a thought?
December 25th she was gone.
she was down stairs gasping for breathe.
i was upstairs scared to death.
i came down, but stood out the way,
the bronze color of her cheeks- now gray.
my dad on the phone, the ambulance on the way.
she fell to her knees "I'm dying Jesus help"
her arms in the air as the paramedic arrives.
after a few minutes in the ambulance, my mother dies.

gone like that, no chance of saying my goodbyes.