Dear Mother,

The letters tear as I mumble your name,

The words stumble as they feel the heat,

The pages rip as they listen to my heartbeat,

The pencil shivers, how can you blame?

The sun is brightless,

the clouds are sobbing

The trees are lifeless,

the roots are drying.

The earth is fruitless,

the leaves are shrinking

The clock is timeless,

your soul is resting.

I wish you could awake to see,

You remain the pillar of the land and the sea.