What were your first words?
What will be your last?
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Behold:
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“Mama”
That was the first word I ever spoke
My mother
Who gave me life
And stayed true no matter what
My father
Who made a boy
But left before he made a man
That was a lifetime ago
And now I face a time of death
My body is withered
Broken
Spent
My family is the same
My hair is gone
But my mother is not
She stands firm
Like a mighty oak
What will I say to her?
As I die?
I know what my first words were
But as for my last?
I guess I could go with
I have no regrets
But that would be a lie
For I have too many to count
Perhaps, I love you would do
But I feel much deeper than that
Love is too simple a word
Should I tell her not to cry
As I do?
No
Let her cry away her sadness
As I do.
So what then?
What am I to say?
The last words I will ever speak
On my very last day?
Ah!
I know
I shall end as I began
For all that you have given me
All I can really say
Is
“Thank you,
For everything,
Mama…”
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Thank you for listening.
Hayden Pearton 