loud sounds of sobs
filled the li'l kid's room
as he looked at the sky
filled with stars and the moon

the li'l kid was crying
coz he missed his mother
let alone those thoughts
never had he seen his father

memories of his mother
again did ignight
coz the memories were the only thing
to hug him tight

now that he was adopted
he still felt glum
he regretted his sixth birthday
when he had lost his mum

he missed his mother
again did he start to weep
he was only eleven
when he drugged himself to sleep

a harsh blow of wind
knocked open the window
a white rose had fallen in
by the sudden wind's blow

he held the rose delicately
and stared at it in awe
it reminded him of his mother
beautiful and without a flaw

he drifted to sleep
along with the white rose
innocently thinking
it pursed his mother's soul