My son, My life

Death, it calls me every other day
while laying on my bed or staying awake
Enticing me with better days
with no suffering that eats the soul away

But the thought of you my little one
with your innocent eyes looking on
Calling out, wondering where mama’s gone
Keeps me from moving on.

Hero or loser?
I do not know….
I brought you in this world
I can’t abandon you now.

So here I stay for a while longer
with a purpose in life a bit stronger
To help you grow into a beautiful person
For you my son, my only reason.

-Nisha John-