dear mama,
it must have been so hard,
shouldering all the pain, the
blame, and the sadness all
by yourself. every day, the
throbbing ache in your head
increases; every night, the
throbbing pain inside your
chest multiplies. and then
you can't sleep, tossing
around on the bed you have
to yourself as you feel your
life slowly slipping from
your grasp.
you just want to help your
dying parents, i understand
that, and i've already forgiven
you before you even tell me
sorry. so, mama, please rest
now. i love you so much.
love, your daughter.
