A Mother is a mother still
The holiest thing alive.
~ Coleridge
How do I tell her
that its okay?
it’s okay to go away?
How do I tell her
its okay to let go?
I will watch the others grow?
How do I tell her
How do I tell her?
How much longer
can She stay this way?
terrible pain, every day?
How much longer
can She endure?
with Pain so Pure?
How much longer
How much Longer?
What can I do
but be there through the pain
As Her tears fall like rain?
What can I do
but tell Her I love her
Wish I was more like her?
How do I tell Her?
How much Longer?
What can I do?
But stay strong?
Death lies on Her
Like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
~Shakspeare






