One Die’s Alone

a poem by Ricia De Sa

Some feelings are known just too well
A self will immolate and not tell
Being separated from one’s mother
In sickness a pain gets deeper
Man and animal heal much faster
When there is love its a booster
Like Florence each mother a role
At a sick child’s bedside her soul
And mature beings try to bear pain
Deep within, the need though, we do feign
Separation be loves exclusive hurt
Does bitter patience see loves true mirth?
That one dies and truly alone
A heart hears it not deaf stone.