The Mother Accepts Me
When I die plant a tree over my grave,
for my body is the earth's,
allow her, the mother of all,
to take me back into her womb.
Allow her to take my body,
all the hurt and pain in this meat and flesh,
blood and skin,
receive nourishment from me.
create from it, create from me.
The carbon, for the sugars,
to become the tree's sweetness,
it will be fetid
The nitrogen, for the leaves
To breathe the chlorophyll green
it will be fading
The calcium, for the bark,
To shape the ridges
it will be frail
The potassium, for the posture,
To keep the tree tall,
it will be flaccid
The phosphorus, for the beginning,
To spark new life,
it will be faltering
A wasted soul in life
I have taken from first breath from her
Ever thanking in life, her sacrifice to me,
I dedicate myself to her,
She will accept me,
The carbon will become sweet
The nitrogen will breathe Chlorophyll Green
The calcium will Shape Ridges
The potassium will fortify
The phosphorus will take hold
In death, life will continue through me
In death, I am enough for her
– T.S., June 2026
-- This is my first attempt at writing/posting poetry, more than happy to listen to advice or just hear thoughts and opinions on bettering my craft.
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Edit: updated grammar error