Night your mother died was
One of the worst times of my life.
I didn't even know that she was dead
Until they handed you to me. That
Was the first time I would look
Into your eyes and the last time
I would look into your mother's
Eyes. Her eyes were so different than
Soft blue ones. Her too this arms
Lay limp at her sides, and I
Walked in while she was still
Cut open. She didn't look like a
She looked like a tired little girl.
She was too small, and there
Was too much blood. At least she
Was already a shell when she