She once was a flower that danced in the breeze.
She once was a river, a fire, a storm,
She once was a dream that soon was deformed.
And now she’s a whisper, only found in the air,
Her life is a secret that so few of us bear.
She walks with, and guides us,
She’s always beside us,
Like the Mother she used to be.
Her smile grows warmer,
And one day we’ll mourn ‘er,
For the seconds that pass can never be taken back.
And one day we’ll see, with open eyes,
The damage we caused as The Mother dies.