Suddenly it happened,
And no one even cares,
In this big, scary world,
Do I even dare?
Somewhere in the foyer,
Where she wrote out poems really long,
A record player sits by the cabinet,
Playing her old favorite song.
She went pretty early,
She was only 35,
Though I took her for granted,
I love her with all my life.
Death makes you realise many things,
Like thins you'll always have,
And to put away the diamond rings,
And the "designer clothing" trash.
So always kiss her goodnight,
Get a gift on Mother's Day,
And when she sad and wants to leave,
Make her stay.
Dont waste your time.
