Curled up, eyes closed in my arms
You had slept in my arms more than your mother's
My hands would numb and my back would hurt
I had learnt to overcome all I hate
How twenty four years have faded in twenty four hours
I would run to you if you called for your mother
I am your brother, but indistinguishable from either
So now on mother's day, I will wait forever
For a call maybe from the world of nether
No mother should have to bury his son
But here we are with what time has done
I will let you be by yourself little sunshine
And run to you again, at the end of my time
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