Her cold blue eyes stare at the sky.
The dark stormy sky.
She's dressed in black.
As she lays there, lifeless.
Her body is pale and still.
As I just tare, my eyes tearing.
They closed her eyes, as she slept forever.
I didn't understand then.
I thought she'd wake up.
But she won't. She never will.
As my mother is somewhere else,
her blonde hair free, her smile wide.
My mother is happy.
At least I hope she is.