On Mother's Day
Flowers by her bedside
Longing for her magic touch
Flowers by her bedside
Longing for her magic touch
She is awake
I wished for her tantrums
Telling me off for walking in the rain
I wished for her tantrums
Telling me off for walking in the rain
She is silent
I want to tell her
I've done the cooking the way she taught me
I want to tell her
I've done the cooking the way she taught me
She is breathing
Not feeling my touches
Nor hearing my voices
Not feeling my touches
Nor hearing my voices
On Mother's Day
She is preparing to go
Without saying a 'Good Bye'
She is preparing to go
Without saying a 'Good Bye'
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