I see everyone cry,
There down in the coffin I lie,
My mother stands in front of me,
Tears all over her face,
She says, “I love you my child, I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect you from this phase”.
I wish I could get up and reply,
Here I’m Mumma, don’t cry,
It wasn’t your mistake;
For once I heard my heart beat,
It was the warning of the last meet;
It was five past eleven,
My time to go to heaven.
I hear the prayers around me, for my peace,
It was the strength of a mother to let her daughter leave;
The journey began towards heaven,
When everyone said ‘AMEN’!
The last memory I have of my mother,
The kiss on my forehead, as the best lover!