the doctors have been slaving
but they have worked in vain
a thirteen year old boy has no future
a tumour gnaws at his brain
but his mother is smiling .
.
she calls his friends over
and begs '' please help me ''
help the final days of my baby
be all they can be
still she she wears that smile .
.
we play the games boys play
and our friend plays too
though he may be dying
to himself he was true
and still his mother smiled .
.
whenever he giggled
he did so with delight
then home to hug mother
as day turned to night.
still she wore that smile .
.
his days growing shorter
his time almost nigh
we'd sit by his bedside
still not knowing why
his mother wore that smile .
.
in the arms of his mother
our friend passed away
'' i love , '' i love you ''
i can still hear her say
he closed his eyes as his mother smiled .
.
he rests in forever
where only true love can be
the smile of his mother
his last memory
now i understand why she wore that smile .
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