A mother's love is forever, Though her baby's life may not be. The heavy death weights Sitting upright on her tight Chest. Making it harder to breathe. Quietly, softly, he did not make a sound. Though she searched frantically In the heat of the night Under pressure and cracking Leaning over the caged bed and hearing Silence. No still beating heart was found. The heaving sobs in the night. The sweltering chest pains of the next day, They would linger over her constantly, If she insisted to visit that grave.
She had turned him into a life, And now forever separated. Her love as strong as rock, Now crumbling and faded. If her baby's eyes were green, The world made them super jaded. And now he wastes away. A life that was prematurely complicated.