Mama

She has been packing her bags for ages and now she is gone. Is she going to stay out there forever? Oh noo..i have no one to dry up my tears with comforting words that sing a song to my ears. I have no one to love and love till love shows me love. I am dead with sadness and ill with sickness. I am weak by the disease of loneliness. Life is short, how short of its distance can it be? let it be shorter than a dwarf, for my mama can turn and come back from her trip. My mama has travelled, and my mind has travelled with her. Be back safe mama, with candy and cotton candy.