Cancer cells like ants,
Nibble on the body of the young mother,
Finally all that's left,
A white bone.
Three little heads,
Can't fit,
The sorrow of separation from life and death.
Joyfully shuttling through,
The crowd at the funeral scene.
Mother's tenderness,
It is transformed into a ray of starlight,
Illuminate your child's way home.
It's a flashy lullaby humming,
Take those playful children,
Send to sweet dreams.
And then cast the magic,
Erase them of the troubles and exhaustions of the day,
Tomorrow is another good start.
