i look at my mother
her hair is graying
she's always in pain
she shakes when lifting the milk
her hand perpetually on the side of her back
she's holding herself together
she's trying her best
mother i can't give you a grandchild
i'm not like you, i'm not strong
you're staring out the window in a daze
watching the grass move with the wind
are you remembering
are you regretting
i recall the last time you held me in your arms
your hair was a beautiful brown and you were so full of life
mother hold me again
one last time


