3 years ago my teacher
asked me to write my own obituary,
as an exercise in a self-study…

I wrote that I was a good mother…
    Was I?
    Am I?
I’m not perfect!
        Like every other mother…
Please don’t judge me!
Please don’t judge anyone!
Even your mother…

Was she ever perfect?
    Were you?
        Yes!..
The moment you were born….
You were a perfect baby,
Your mom was a perfect mother…
        Then….
Life happens… and happens… and happens…
Love happens too…
So much love…
    So much milk…
        So much sweat…
            So much tears….

How can I write my own obituary?

~ Sofia Ageyeva, November 2019

Categories: Poetry

Tags: happens, life, Love, mother, obituary, Poetry, read, tears