Mama, I’m Through!

Image of George Floyd and his mother.

 

She would never dreamed,

As she crept up to his crib,

As every mama does,

To make sure he was breathing.

She would never have dreamed,

On media live-streamed,

That his dying call would be to her,

Though long departed.

She would never have dreamed,

On media live-streamed,

That she was so esteemed.

So she rocks him now,

Beholds him, wow,

And she soothes his brow.

There you are through

With that last breath you drew.

Here bliss will ensue,

Welcome home, to you!

 

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