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Last updated August 14, 2022
The Cold Cave
By: Azza El Wakeel
"The Cold Cave is a letter I wrote to my late mother who died on the 1st of June 2021."
I may not have the right
To object your death
But I have the right
To write how I feel
When you had to leave
It was a hard moment for me
To close your eyes
Cover your body
Hide your smile
The dimples on both
Sides of your face
The hardest part was
When I had to leave you
Lonely in your grave
I returned home
After your funeral
To find our warm house
Turned to a cold cave
Cold like the marble
Engraved with your name
The house mourned you
In its own way
Showed its grief
Even the walls changed
After your absence
Became darker out of
Sorrow and sadness
Didn't remain the same
The truth mother nothing
Remained the same
I slept on the sofa bed
I placed near your bed
To keep your company
In darkness and light
To watch on you
Day and night
In your last months
All our sweet memories
Were recalled in my mind
Then the conversations
We had in your last days
You spoke you'll die soon
Asked me to be brave
Told me I wasn't only
Your daughter
But your sister
Your intimate friend
You too were more
Like a friend to me
Than a mother
My first reader
My biggest fan
By losing you
I lost my balance
The only person
I had to lean on
I was able to trust
I continue to walk
In my destined road
Like a dead corpse
Among other people
Who are living
Remembering how you
Were always caring
Always forgiving
We are both dead
Our differences are
You lay asleep
I still can walk
You lost your voice
I still can talk
I kept all your belongings
I need them more
Than the poor
They keep my company
Provide me warmth
If I give them away
I'll be left alone
A lifeless body
A helpless soul
Behind my closed door
Awaiting my turn
My last breath
The time when my death
Reunites us again
Originally written in English language
May 2022
Copyright Azza El Wakeel
Mrs Dawlat El Deeb
(My late mother)
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Last updated August 14, 2022