bitter memories

when i recall who you are
and the impact you played
never thought i would have missed you
but that together as one
mama, we should have been
that is why i cry always
when i got it clear
that you are called late
oh! what a shock!
what about the field?
upon which you toiled!
planted seeds and nurtured them
hoping to yield the resulting fruits
which are almost riped for harvest!
is death been fair at all?
i wish it was in my shoes.
knowing the dreams and hopes
mama, you had for us
and that of your children
but then, onto the maker
be all glories and supplications
and mama!
  every timei look at myself
you are the one i see
and though my hope is alive,
my memories are bitter.
its like a happy sunny day
with very bitter memories