She gazes around the empty room
As spotless as it was yesterday afternoon.
Memories from these last years
come flooding back to her ears.
Kids running, laughter echos
bouncing off the walls.
Family dinners, movie nights
late night phone calls.
Sorry Mamma, but your baby's gone.
They've grown up so fast, they've moved along
your heart feels hollow and wrong.
Cry for your son, cry for your daughter
the tears you shed they'll never see.
"But god please," you pray.
"Bring them back to me."
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