I always thought that
I would show you the way,
Teach you your colors,
about life, how to pray.
I would lead you along,
hold your hand.
Expound the mysteries
of life and death.
But now, you leave me behind.
Your hand no longer nestles mine.
No need for me to light your way.
You've gone ahead.
Who will wipe your nose now?
I know no need for that
where you are.
Do you need a mother now?
I need to be your mother,
Although you've gone ahead.