Why? It is the question that haunts me

Why my Mum? Why now? Why so suddenly?

Why was her beautiful, unique life cut short?

Why did fate decide she would leave us before

we had the chance to hold on a little longer?

Why did the universe steal her away so unfairly

so mercilessly without warning or reason?

I am drowning in these questions, demanding

answers that never come, the ones I scream 

into the emptiness, the ones claw at my heart

the ones that echo in my mind every damn day

there is no sense that can validate her loss

no explanation that can justify her absence

no logic that can ease the unbearable hurt

Every morning, I wake up, before I can even take

my first breath, the question resurfaces, why?

I whisper it into the darkness of my nights

hoping the stars will offer some kind of reply

I ask the sky, pleading, begging for a sign, a clue

but all I receive in return is silence, my only answer

a silence that stretches endlessly, the pain remains

Her life, though shorter than she deserved

was not small, the abruptness of her departure

does not diminish the depth of her presence

but it only magnifies the injustice of losing it

I will always ask why, I will always ache for the

answer I will never get, I will always long for the

impossible, to rewrite the ending that came so soon