Tales Of The Night

Deep in my sleep, one fine night

I saw my mother going out of sight.

I saw my mother dying,

And the whole house crying.

It was empty out there,

And not those wrinkled hands to care.

Everything seemed so dark and colourless,

Without you, Mama: I was so lifeless.

I clasped my hands tight,

Ran through my spine were trembles of fright.

I quickly opened my eyes wide,

And my mama was resting beautifully right beside.