Dear MotherDear Mother,Dear Mother
Why didn’t I ask
When I stood by your bed, Whom will you reprimand When you’re cold and dead?
I know you would hate
That I can’t stop the tears, But they roll down my cheeks
Betraying my fears
I remember you lay
With that glassy-eyed stare, Sweet skin of a doll, And the moon in your hair.
Withered white roses And hospital charts, Never managed to weaken The tigress at heart.
I suppose I should thank you For staying this long But Mother the truth is I’m s
