The boy sits by the river, holding flowers in his hand, At first glance, it looks sweet, but he's mourning something grand, For the flowers were his mother's favorite, and she's gone, Leaving him alone, to face the world on his own. He cries and sobs, feeling lost and alone, Struggling to cope with the pain he's known, But he knows his mother's love is with him still, Guiding him through life, and always will.