She weeps,
The sound so soft it barely reaches my ears,
I shut my eyes,
Praying for it to go away.
It's like this every year on the same day,
That accident,
So long ago,
Replays in her mind.
I curl up beside her,
Holding her with care,
Like a delicate wilted flower,
Whispering soothingly into her ear,
Sweet nothings.
I sometimes wonder,
If she hadn't die,
Would I still be here?
Does my existence cause this much pain?
Please my mother,
Oh my mother,
Don't cry this day.
