why do Parents have to die

When I was a child
My mother would take good care of us
And make sure we were clean and fed
And every night sings us a lullaby in bed

And she would wake all night
If we had a cold or if we had the fever
Always checking on us to give us medicine
and make sure we were warm under the covers

and when we awake in the morning
she would make us milo hot chocolate
and cook fried plantain or saltfish and tomato
fried potato and hot Sada roti

she would always wait for us to get off the bed
before she started to make the roti
so that we would get it hot
because she said that we eat more when it's hot

we use to look at our parents and think
how lucky we were to have parents who love us so much
and there was never a sad thought to cross our minds
and somehow we thought that we would never get old

we never worried or feel sad about anything
and we never worried about tomorrow
because we know even on the darkest days
can just go to my mother and she would show us the rainbow

and to us our my mother was a philosopher and champion
and pillar of love, hope, and understanding
she was a doctor, a teacher, a nurse
she was our protector from everything

when it was the raining and we couldn’t go out to play
my mother would sit with us in the front gallery
tell us how the rain falls for everything to grow
and the flowers and plants and trees need the rain
to give us food and make the world beautiful

she was always there for us as children
and then we grow up and become men
and now our mother health has taken its toll on her
and our mother has become the child

there is no love like a mother’s love
and there is no way we can ever repay her back
so, we spend our adult life
showing her that she loves and admiration
and let her know that she was and will always be the source of our existence

my mother was an avid reader
and she had a collection of hundreds of books
she all different kinds of books
and it was on her books that I taught myself to read

and when I got a rheumatic fever when I was seven years old
and went to a convalescing home for three years
and came out when I was eleven years old
and never went back to school

I went to learn to tailor at Ram Mohess tailoring establishment
And I couldn’t read at all
But I would take her books every day
And I would read and try to pronounce the words
And what I didn’t know would as her

And I just fell in love with reading and writing
And all the stories from her books, real stories, and fictions
And I started to write stories of my own
And poems and about things that I didn’t read about in her books

I owe my parents everything in life
And I couldn’t help when they got ill
We were helpless as our father gotten ill and died
And now we are helpless as our mother is ill also

And although we have all the love in the world for them
Love is not enough to make then well again
It's not fair for God to take our parents from us
Why do parents have to die

I was mamma’s boy when I was small
And I was aware of things from an early age
So, I use to be with my mother in the kitchen all the time
She was always cooking and baking and making things

And I use to want to her
And would cry if she didn’t let me
Then she started to teach me and let me help her
So, by the time I got sick and went to the convalescing home
At age seven, she had taught me to cook and bake everything

When 2019 came and knowing that my mother is sick
I just lose the passion to write again
How could I write about love or romance?
Or even a funny poem, knowing that my mother is ill and
when I am worried about her all the time

Idk, life is so confusing at times
It's not fair for anyone to lose their parents
And I could never understand why
Do Parents have to die