Melancholy Memory

Awaken Mama! It was my daughter's voice. Gentle shaking gave me little choice. Not wanting to hear, I tried to turn away from her sad face and tears. To delay. I'm sorry Mama, I wish it was not true. I don't want to bring sad news to you. Her words broke my heart. My precious son is dead. He is too young to die. My soul bled. We held each other and mingled anguished tears. And so we sat until daylight nears.