Last work

             Waking up all gone.
Top of my gut roaring African lion facing the sky,"all gone, no more light, dawn, stroll facing horizon". There was empty body of a queen lies on concrete floor filled with Sandy soil. All come from sand back to sand. So they said.
                      Your last walk.
Young and confused, All pack had left me. Young in the middle of this road, many roads to follow, much to face. This is the difference between queen and a prince; How you help me face all the obstacle, You covered so much I wasn't ready to face, It was so transparent with you around, now young king sometimes I couldn't with you no more mummy.
            Daily tears in the backyard.
 All these responsibilities flowers drying, The little water I have is for drinking. No path is clear mummy, You thank all the responsibilities, Now a lion instead of cub. Is it true you are gone?.