Prompt # 2
I seem to write more in Prose than rhyming poetry. Now I know where my weakness is.

Haunted

Sedative lulled her into sleep
Missing the day event of morn
What was father thinking
To give such strong medication
Missed mother's funeral

There she was standing in the door way
Rubbing her eyes yes it is true
Mother is standing there with open arms
Jumping out of bed she goes to her
heart racing in excitment

She was just so beautiful
As if she never was ill
It felt so good to be with her
Snuggled in the warmth of her arms

Wee morning hours
The horror is so real
Turning ice cold
She must go back
Crying pleads you must go back
Mother go back please
You must go back to the other side

Mother ghost sensed unrest
Leaving earth so abrubtly

Same old nightmare
Forty some years ago
Year in year out
She doesn't haunt her anymore
Her baby moved on with life
Decora
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