My Guardian! Poem by rana malas

Mummy,
I can hear her voice while am sleeping,
I can feel her kiss on my cheek,
I can smell her natural perfume,
She works and works and works,
Without any rest,
I see her sweating,
But I move on,
I can hear her whining,
But in whispers,
So we can’t hear her,
We have been tested,
But without our knowledge,
And when our loved ones are lost,
Then we could hear their suffering screams,
I wish I could go back in time,
To feel her kiss, sympathy, and her breath ………….again,
It is as if I just woke up from a dream,
Today is the funeral,
I could hear cries,
Whoa….whoa,
I could hear screams,
Haaaaa……haaaaa,
I could see tears sliding down cheeks,
And then hitting the ground,
Whoosh….whoosh,
But now it is too late ………To regret!