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

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