"Mother"

Haven't been on for a while! So sorry. This short poem is about a conversation between a mother and a son, who had been trapped under a collapsed building, an event that I believe occurred to a school in China. Even though the two couldn't see each other, they talked until the last when the moment of boy's death arrived, two days later. Please review, I want to get better at the writer's craft!


“Take faster the hands of your mother, little one,
The road to heaven is yet dark.
We are going to go with you straight ahead -
You’ll need my care.”

“I’m scared, mother,
I can’t see your hands or the sun,
I’ll never see again.
The wall is getting heavier, and the fire
Inside me is calming dead.
I can’t see you.”

“My baby, don’t worry and
Just go straight ahead.
All my woes are forgotten before you.
The family weeps; remember us,
Promise?
You own our thoughts today.”

“I’m scared, mother,
I can’t see your hands or the sun,
I’ll never see again.
There isn’t enough life left.
Mother, don’t cry,
Love lively children, protect them;
My friends and I are going to go.
But before we go,
Bless our hearts.
Your silhouette, mother, is kept safe
In the memory of my slow heart.
No matter what, death will always come;
But maybe in our next life --
I’m scared, mother.
I can’t see your hands or the sun.
The glimmering of my fire is
Going blind.”