The little boy asked,

Where his mother had gone

And all his father could reply was,

"She's coming home soon, Josh."

But of course,

He knew

She would never come back,

Just like the money,

Which had ran out from his piggy banks

She had left them alone,

Just through the phone,

On her son's birthday,

Running away,

Fleeing from them,

Without a goodbye sent

Then, the money

From his little pal piggy

Abandoned them as well,

Running out,

Gushing out of the tea spout

Instantaneously,

The two were jammed,

In a broken fate,

Shattered forever in age,

Till their last few days.