My mum

I was just ten, I could think then, I thought all was same, And everything was ok. With a step she left, Counting each after the other, Waving and smiling, With a promise she will return. Her smile was my last happiness, Her waving was her last greeting, They took away my joy, That's how mommy left home. Today I'm in the streets, Hoping to see her dress colour, Knocking every doors, Hoping her face will pop out. But nothing is changing, No happiness can be traced, My efforts makes no sense. I guess she died long ago.