What if this was all a dream
A portrait of pretence
A wild imagination
Erratic and intense
And over there is God’s truth
Where everything makes sense.

What if I could fly with you
And dance upon the moon
Circle the sun, catch a star
And watch a rainbow bloom
Then sail away on a cloud
To heavens waiting room.

What if I could turn back time
To days we loved and knew
When life was so beautiful
And all our troubles few
When I was blessed by angels
And happiness was you.

What if I could breakaway
From these tears trapped and torn
Your tragic death still haunts me
And darkens every dawn
Until we are united
My heart and soul will mourn.

– By Shiela Burgman, a mother like me.