In a heart shaped box, a mother keeps

Her children’s teeth, sweet memories

From times when life was playfulness

And joy, and laughters, happiness.

She can’t remember how to smile,

Too many years filled with goodbyes

Locked her inside a mask of sorrow

With no escape and no tomorrow.

You love them, right? Love’s not enough!

You gave your heart? Well, life is tough!

You want them back? Such foolish dream!

You feel alone? You cry? You scream?

They smile from photos framed in blue,

But here, inside, it’s only you…

They did so well, such happy life!

And silence cuts, worse than a knife.

Hey little girl, hey little boy,

Don’t play with it, it’s not a toy!

Your mother’s heart is meant to be

An endless love, from sadness free.

A lonely mother, empty nest,

Asking of you without a rest.

If that’s your mom, somewhere, somehow,

Please, child, just CALL YOUR MOTHER NOW!