Painted hands

She was standing there on the concrete with her hands painted red, 

the blood of the falling figure she had failed to console,

she was then convinced that regret would haunt her for life,

the memory of that night would never be brighter than coal.

And her nightmare prove to be true,

"see my painting!" came a voice with shining teeth,

as she saw her daughter's dream building, then her hands,

all covered in red paint, taking her back to the same building she had stood beneath.