In days to come,  I know I will regret
not sitting by her bed,  just to regale
a hurried rhyme, or let go a soft tale,
all while in thought,  I knew her days were set.

Oh my dear, where fly you now,  I wonder.
Is life a better place where you now shine?
I hear your voice commingled within mine.
It comes in droves, hitting me like thunder.

Do you smile on the life which I have built?
Do you cast your eyes aside due to shame?
I heard all life was just a vicious game.
For which the ending prize was often guilt.

Oh what of I? What am I to become?
I let her down. Abandoning my mum.