To Mom,
In this poem I endeavor/
To write you who I haven't seen in forever/
I wanted to be just like you/
This claim is very much true/
To be strong and brave/
To help lives I had swore to save/
I later had become so blithe/
Because like you I had created a death scythe/
I have a partner, his name is Soul/
Through our working together we were able to reach this goal/
I know you blame Papa for what he did/
But sometimes it feels like you went off the grid/
I want to see you very much/
I want to be able to feel your touch/
Though you being gone makes me a little blue/
I want you to know that I love you
-Maka