The mother days are gone
The last one left today.
The years stretch ahead
Different, lonely, now.
Where is the her she lost?
Those years so far away.
Where are the dreams she left?
Where are the stars she sought?
Now for the rest of time
The early path she seeks,
Before those visions come to her
Flesh of her flesh, created by love.
Tears must end. Life goes on.
Another world exists.