And this one goes to Mum

Sing me a lullaby before you go
Please, bring me back to my childhood.
Waiting is the hardest thing to do
When the end is long understood.

Not much I can do for you now -
Helpless - as you did so much for me all these years...
I swore I would be strong - and no tear -
As dryness swallows your life flow.

Why did you have to go so soon,
As my life's still in bloom ?
We still had so much to share ;
Things, alone, i could not even dare.

The last smile -- I'll remember...
The last embrace -- as you are drifting away.
May you find that peace sooner ;
I will have mine as you look above me way.

© CÉNA – Claude-Étienne Armingaud – 2002