The darkness took hold
A numbness years old 
Reawakened by circumstance
Stress took its chance

Lying under a tree 
Crying unequivocally 
I spiralled out of control 
A lost broken soul 

Rain mixed with tears
As the sadness triggered fears
That death might take 
My mother and my brace  
 
But unexpectedly 
With care and dignity 
She took my hand 
Like only she can 

Right when I worried 
She didn’t die, she hurried
To support and love 
My own soaring white dove

Thanks only to you 
I’ve nearly seen it through
A mother and a friend
Time and again