The Past

A migration to escape the past, Just a mother and her son Together on a journey that won’t last. Coming to America, they thought they’d won, For twelve years the start of a new life Through sweat and struggle, overcoming the transition. A mother soon to be a new wife Contracted a disease so deadly, She had to undergo the knife. Leaving her son with a mournful melody As she ascended that one lonely October morning, Overwhelmed with bittersweet tears, so sad yet so heavenly.