Mother Calls Me Home

CW: death

When my life clock stops ticking, 

And mother nature calls my flesh home,

She will welcome me in her muddy arms 

To rejoice the return of the body she created. 

She will not feel remorse or sadness, 

Her breath will not quicken nor

Her eyes will cloud over, but yet 

She will envelop me in her loving embrace. 

I wish to be as close to Mother as possible, 

No wooden walls to keep my remains from

The natural order of her undying love. 

She accepts me without hesitation.

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