Rites

Life scares me

with its rites

you know - 

like living and dying.

Last week 

when my mother

on the pale blue

hospital bed

held my arms

and asked for

a cup of tea

with two spoonful 

of sugar

I decided to forget

about her diabetes

and ran to the vending machine. 

This week I am without

my mother but still

alive and full of love,

and life, with its rites,

does not scare me anymore

for I have lived and died already.

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