To Kris I shall not count the nights when woes break down my door Preying brutally on the affliction that corrupts my soul I shall not count the tears that have dared to break my courage Only the moments of bravery in the midst of this carnage I shall not mourn for the evil that has befallen my womb with words of darkness, despair, and impending doom Instead I shall call out your name on my lips with utmost love And carve out a memory as glorious as the skies above My dearest son, your untimely passing has created a void But a space filled with both anguish and a flicker of hope And i shall not embrace my suffering as to kiss death's throne For i know even in your passing you are back home Loving you Eternally, Your Mother