Analysis of Light

A mother's daughter
standing in front of You
asks her father which star is mother
up high he looked and wondered too.

He remembered his own emptiness
when mother left at five
and watched him from a star he never found with success
forced to live a meaningless life.

At the bed of death he asked You silently a way
with inner screaming voice of desperation,
taking her place for he is not worth to stay;
if it was ment one of them to race this kid as a rectification.

Are You here ?

Dear Sylvia,
your mother is there,
a relieving lie he put in his mouth,
this shining star next to the other one which is my mother's