One winter morning found Mom slumped in her chair

Stood frozen...all I could do was stare

Emotional pain and suffering beyond compare

I asked God why

Did he want to see everyone cry

Was his love really a lie

I challenged him...make me die

Loss of sleep...continous soul weep

My mind wandered...thoughts way too deep

One day my hand picked up a pencil

I smashed words on paper

I turned my Mother's Death

Into a Supernatural Caper

How she reunited with Dad

The more I wrote the less I was sad

I told my Head Doctor of my good news

I shared with him my Supernatural views

He asked if my writing was any good

Maybe all my written words were a waste of Pencil Wood

I told my Doc I am the best writer in the World

At last my mind is clear

Death I no longer fear

Finally my writing put an end to my mental fight

Now I am a published Internet Poet

Writers delight