mom, can you hear me?

i talked to your mom today, baby. she's not doing so well. go visit her, and let her see you for who you are. tell her that she'll be allright, and kiss her on the forehead. tell her that i'm there with her, through every memory and every crying hysterical. let her know that i want you back, too. tell her that her pain is not alone, and we all cry everyday for you.

i'm no help to her. i can't see the sky from ground, and i don't know where my solace is. i can't tell her promises you made to me, and i can't push you toward her. all i've got are photographs and a small tape with your voice on it, and they're no help to a mother who's trying to wrap her arms around the loss of her boy.