mute

unclear

unclear

her life spent was filled with worry,

raised a child on her own,

after having fought for custody

at the tender age of twenty.

her boyfriend seemed so sweet and humble then,

but broke her heart

when he left her for a man.

she couldn't blame him

for the feelings that he felt,

but still she couldn't get over

the way he had made her heart melt.

yet she felt anger each day

whenever she saw the little one play,

for she knew in her heart,

that his father wouldn't be here with him

every step of the way.

he wouldn't grow up to see his father whenever he wants,

because his father was busy working -

too busy to even see his child at least once a month.

the only time the little boy felt like he knew his dad well,

was when his mum had stories about the man to tell.

"maintain your grades well,"

she told her son always

as she sprays on her sweet scent,

like all other days.

she was stripped of her dignity

with the job that she had,

stripping her clothes; her body to sell.

though the job wasn't swell it paid her well,

and it was the only job she could do

lest she wanted the milk in her fridge to turn bad.

she studied hard,

and so did he.

oh, how joyful was she,

when she finally graduated university.

she landed a job,

as an accountant in new york.

living the city life,

in a place known as wall street.

her happiness was short-lived, however.

because her son had developed a sickness,

a sickness called cancer.

it ate away at him;

her poor little angel.

this sickness, this thing.

this monster that hid

not under his bed,

but under his skin.

their journey wasn't a short one -

mother and son.

they've gone through hell,

and it definitely wasn't fun.

their trip wasn't in a hurry,

and she cherished the moments

that were somewhat funny.

but even when the teary-eyed boy looked at his mummy,

the details of their life were still all too blurry.