the boy is all grown up
rich, a tycoon in fact
but occasionally
touching expressions
of old, still steal
their way to his face
an emotion bruised child -
who had day by day
watched mom emaciated
till her last breath broke
his heart into pieces
never to heal again -
returned to him in another
bout of despair
the pain dawned like
periodic attacks,
jagged pieces
poking, choking him
the boy who
could not share
all his wealth with mom
to forget those last days
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-last-days/
