Mother

Written by: Stephen Allen


On her deathbed, her last gasp, I love you,
Holding my mothers hand, I cannot reply,
I could never reply,

We never said those words, we never touched,
So many of us, carry a burden,
I carry this burden,

From a mother to a son, why was I not the one?
From a son to his mother, why was I not the one?

(Stoic)