The Lie

Waiting for death,
She made me a request.

Can you take me to my childhood, if only for a minute?
Ofcourse, I will.

It was a lousy attempt.
My heart was weeping, the brain - dead.

I didn't like the outcome.
She told me she loved it.

It was lie - I knew
She didn't wan't to hurt me.

Struggling for life, praying for death, she didn't want to hurt me.
In my mind I said-Mom, I know you lied.

Standing beside her grave, I tell her-
I know, you lied.