Greetings dear mother from your dear little son looking to act out of his mirror; got longer since you went invisible, yet I am positive you are alongside. I got issues concerned with the copiousness and scarceness of stuffs That I fear can’t be bought or sold with the likes of this planet If tears were blue, then you’re holding a paper painted in blue And if happiness cloaked the tongue with honey from the cutest of the flowers, I had savored nothing else than something sour. I suppose it’s you behind this untypical realm around me And like the people around, let me not blame it on your absence.
It was my dream and I dug deep into the Earth for nights and days, Struck upon a chest deluging with Gold, Silver and Gems, But left it behind untouched, giving two reasons to my blunt spade. The find wasn’t capable enough to bury the holes in my heart And I didn’t want to part anything from where it belongs; Not the way you were kidnapped from all of us. The Gods we worshipped were messing the other day And nobody hardly heard me cry when I sat next to your corpse. I still doubt how miserable death was when you confronted it, Might not feel as wretched as the position I’m in to miss you. I have counted my letters to you and looking forward for the day, I would write my last letter after which the practice will get drossy. We shall together sit on the stars and chuckle at the poor Gods, “Why don’t you try detaching us again?””