Mama!
I touch her cheeks with my lips
somethings seems amiss...
for no warmth greets my kiss
I touch my hand to her wrist
no sign, even the least...
can fate deal such bitter twist?
Immobile, she lies on her bed
it sinks slowly in my head...
my lovely mother... is dead!
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