Mother
Through darkened windows no light shall break
A body restful but still awake
The machines all whir as gizmos bloop
A gasping wind came from within her throat
Too feble to speak but still she'll smile
Letting her birds know she'll stay awhile
She tried it all from her colored ovals to homeopath
And yet life still came to lead the final dance
The battle was hard and raged on for too long
So many were worried but still she stood strong
A mothers true love knows no bounds they will say
But I never understood until I encountered her plague
She would give all she had with every breath that she took
Breathing life into a world that was nothing but a crook
A friend to all and a mother to many
We'd run and we'd play and tell stories a plenty
But like seasons she changed started slipping in winter
As the leaves became crumpled and started to wither
And its funny how spring is considered rebirth
Because on that last march day she left in a hearse
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