sometimes when I speak

Mama, I heard your cries last night
I thought that you were dreaming

I never thought that it would be the last time
I thought that you were only dreaming

Don't cry so much, because I'm ok without you
Dry your eyes again, because I'm really ok

I can still see you in my life
I can see you in the mirror

I still hear your voice
Sometimes when I speak

I still see that skinny little boy shivering at your bedroom door
Not making a sound

I still see you waking up
To come hold him