Mommy, Mommy!
Why do we close our shutters at night?
“Because, my dear, we live in fear.”
Mommy, mommy,
Why do we lock our doors up tight?
“Because, sadly, in fear we all reside.”
Mommy, mommy,
Why must the darkness set in here?
“Because, my dear, there is no light.”
Mommy, mommy,
Why has the cold set in?
“Because, my dear, to death I have grown near...”
Mommy, mommy,
Why are you so cold?
“Because, my darling, I have grown old.”
Mommy, mommy,
Why have you gone so still?
Shall I go to the window sill?
Shall I let some light pour in?
Shall I let the warm wind blow in?
Mommy, mommy,
Will you speak again?
Is this your end?
Mom...?