She looks down from above
to the Mum that she loves
she see's pain again and again
and her questions are answered
written on stone
but the reasons can not be condoned.
Mum is sad, not glad that she had
a life like I used to know
but if help she'd had found
before I was born
then maybe now
I would not had to go.
I watch her at night fill her glass to the brim
filling her mind full of madness
if only she'd have talked of
her past long ago
then maybe there'd
never been no badness.
Historical yore came to the fore
and repetitve afflictions resumed
I'm happy in heaven
but still sad for my mum
because now her
mind and her heart are entomb'd.
Honorable mention
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I tried to view the video, but my server won't let me, as I'm 'forbidden" to click on the link you provided here, for some unknown reason. I'm using someone else's computer(?) Anyway, I really think this poem is the best tribute I've seen on this site. You are always so thoughtful, Dolores. This piece is very touching. Thank you for being you. I'm wishing you the best!! 
