A full moon sits in the night sky, Its light reflects on mother and child. In her arms, he lay, Worn out by bouts of illness, He looked thin and frail, Recurrent ailments have made deep inroads into him, He groans and writhes in agony, He turns and sees her eyes fixed on him, Tears stream down her face, She muttered words that come from a torn heart, She kept at it as if in dialogue, She looked listless and tired, She’s been bereaved a few years ago, The dark time is here again, To take what she has left, She cuddles him, She tells him to hold on, There is still silence, She’s left all alone.