I stare at the skies.
And I find myself asking why?
My vision is blurred.
My words are slurred.

I felt this coming on for years.
But never wanted to feel the tears.
I watched my best friend fade.
Into her death parade.

She raised me from when I was born.
But now for that, I must yearn.
For the loss of the wink in the stars.
And the feel of a mothers touch, now so far.

Why, oh why, must death take the ones we love the most.
And leave them with only the company of a post.
I regret not being there.
To help her through despair.

Why had I made this grave mistake?
A mothers touch so far away.
Why?