On a night like this, I nursed my child, forgetting the failing health of a mother.
On nights as this, I kiss my little angel and tuck her in bed, while the one who tucked me to bed battled her life from the cold hands of death, oh while I close my eyes in sleep, a mother's eyes feared closure because final rest was at the door, and she didn't want to answer, teary clouds gathered as she struggled to make words, begging silently to let her see, hold or talk to her child for the last time.
One more second...
Until soul left the body an empty case.
© RUBEE