Mama

I would like to talk
about four things I like
that the sun hits my face
that the wind hits my face
that death will come.

I would like to talk
about four things I like
to wake up and find
life face to face
that death will come.

I would like to talk
about four things I like
to wake up every morning
and scream inside the water
that death will come.

Mom,
yesterday I asked my dad
when I got home
and my mom where is she.

Mom,
when I got home
and my dad answered me
that mom is no longer here