MY MOTHER
AND GEORGE FLOYD
My Mamma
Also cried out
Mamma! Mamma!
Twice
Before her
Final exhale
Right before she slumped
Forward in the passenger seat
She too wanted her Mamma
The first love of her life
In her final moments
Crying out for maternal safety
Craving primal comfort
And there was no knee on her neck
DYING DECLARATION
Mamma
I can’t get it out of my head
Mamma. Mamma. He cried
My stomach hurts, my neck hurts, everything hurts
He was looking for someone to give him comfort
Mamma
To take away that pain
Mamma
Someone to take him home
Mamma
And close the door
Wipe his brow
Hold him close
Tell him he’s a beautiful boy
Mamma
Robin J Phillips June 16, 2020