• Breathtaking, in its beauty,
    the sky is cloudless.
    The breeze gently caresses my face.
    This is the closest I've been to you,
    sitting side by side,
    and watching the sun,
    as it slinks off to bed
    leaving in its wake a sky
    brightened by streaks of color.
    And when I look,
    you are gone.
    But, mother, this is
    the most precious time
    we've ever spent;
    since I killed you.

    That day you died
    so I could live.