Matti Norlin

Not allowed

Now let me tell you a story. It´s sad but true.
I woke up one early morning, my father knocked on my door.
He said:- Son, something terrible has happened,
your mother´s dead and gone.

Up the stairs then came my sister,
teardrops were falling from her eyes.
She said:- There´s one thing a mother´s not allowed to do,
A mother is not allowed to die.

And so we went to see her, It all felt so unreal.
Me and my sister held our mother´s hand,
even then we could not understand.

My mother wrote a note just before she died.
It said:- I´m but 49 years old.