Not Home

Written by alarminglytired

When tomorrow comes
and the thunder quelled,
Your heart thrums
as you’re finally held.

A child who was blessed
to a humble family.
You who were cherished.
You who grew up happily.

When the stars shine
and rest in your eyes,
means you’re truly divine,
mommy’s  gift from the sky.

Oh, but time is a fickle thing.
It waits for no one.
It can cost you everything
in just a matter of seconds

When the heaven’s call
wishes their angel home,
you who gave your all
is now alone.

Without her warmth
you’re cold and scared.
Stuck in a billowing storm 
wishing she was there.

When the stars kneel
and their lights cloud over,
once again you’ll feel
the embrace of your mother.