Last Hug

He Rushes away from the lifeless body,
Eyes red and full of terror,
Hanging of the hospitable bed,
Is the poor boy's dead mother,
Her eyes Laid shut,
Black circles and open wounds,
They never healed,

Curled to his knee's,
He could barley breath,
Clinching His fist shut,
He blames himself,
Instead of rushing her,
to see his game,
Would she still be there?,
Telling everything is ok,
Crying awake,
Whiles she laid dead,
Tearing himself even farther,
He put up one hand,
And thrown down the other,
Took a deep breath,
and let out another,
He pulls Into bed,
To tell his dead mother,
His last good bye,
One last hug,
His last tear,
As she would have always said,
I will always love you dear.