If Only
One summer morning,
She stood at the window and watched
As he waved at her, from a distance
She smiled.
Now she sits in a dark corner,
Holding on to her child.
His limp body,
In her lap.
She caresses his face,
With her shivering hands.
Her fingers stained,
With his drying blood.
Her tears soak his bare chest
That now, lies cold and still
All she hopes, is to hear
His gentle heartbeats.
She strokes his hair,
Like she had that morning.
All their dreams,
Are now, fading away.
He didn't want to go,
A typical school morning.
If only,
She had allowed him to stay.
As they lower him into a coffin
She kisses his forehead
His lips,dry and quiet
Refuse to say goodbye
There begins an endless night
An icy wind, midsummer.
No sun will ever brighten
The million mornings that are to come
Her face, pale,
Damp with the last few tears,
A mother died,
Along with her only son.
