Those numbers
so clear yet so faint...

That little girl,
in a blue dress with yellow frills...

Let them be as peacocks
adored, beautiful, loved...

Watching the sunset
at the egde of the beach...

It was a chilly September night,
as we held each other tight...

Please God
let me get away...

For all those times you said hello,
Making my heart skip a beat...

Innocent child,
Draped in rags...

In her house
isolated, surrounded by farmland...

Help me spread my wings
Let me fly away...

You are my mom
working hard at what you do best...

I cant handle this pain
it cuts down so deep...