I still see her body
Lifeless in the chair
It was so surreal
Just sitting and talking
Like there wasn’t
A dead body in the room
To say I was uneasy
Is an understatement
But I didn’t know better
To leave the room
When they came to take her
I thought they were not
Gentle enough
When they moved her
She was my mom still
I knew she couldn’t feel
But I watched and wanted
To protect her body
Like she had protected me for years
When they zipped the bag
I turned away
It was final
And I have to see that image
Played over and over
Especially around the holidays
When I miss her most
Her body was laid to rest
But my memories never will be
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – body