Love Her Before She’s Gone

She carved you on her soul

When you were already conceived in her heart

Though you dropped her out of your life,

She never for once thought of dropping you

Even when the hypocrites soiled her status

And the cowards told to separate you from her piece by piece

Ah! Where is the world going!

She beats her breasts, not in anguish, you foolish son

You tear her heart apart when she perceives it’s your loss

You leave her to rest of the abandoned mothers

Pay her seldom visits, as if she’s your distant aunt

And the poor fella who pushes her wheels a real son

What does she want from you?

Just sense of assurance you haven’t forgotten her

Even the soul Maker does not take away her sons from her soul

She carries you in the deepest part of her wherever she goes

Unless she’s perishing in the never-ending fire

Because she loves you too much

Be a child with her when it’s time for her to go home

They say, the aged become children again before it is time

She watches you behave childlike with your little ones

Now you feel embarrassed to walk her through the garden?

Regret is worse than failure, the clock won’t turn back time

Once she’s gone, it’s not worth sobbing by her empty chair