When we will be born
She is in the edge of a cliff
cliff of death
When we were little
She who keeping us
She who protects us
When we are teenagers
She was the directions
Direction of truth
When we adult
She got a scolding
That she should not receive
Scolding it …..
For her efforts during this?
Is it worth?
She has sacrificing everything
Even the life and soul
Only for us
Now, when she had calmed down
She heard the cries
The re-tortured her
As she would say
Quiet honey. I’m fine
She can not
Regret pointless
Cry of blood was pointless
She has gone
And never come back again