Dirty dishes in the sink,
Waited as a witness,
To the motionless body on the floor.
A man like me watched in silence, suddenly,
This person was me,
A mother,
who is weak and unable to move.
I stare at the angel of death,
As I looked out to see my little kids, from its winged side.
they needed me,
so I couldn't die.
I crawled through the stairs...