Jealous by Adam McNally

I’m jealous of the Sun
whose rays caress your face.
I’m jealous of the stars
whose company keeps you safe.

I’m jealous of the rain
teardrops falling down
symbolizing my pain
wishing you were around.

I’m jealous of the wind

whose hands pull at your hair.
I’m jealous of the air
in your presence everywhere.

I’m jealous of the moon 
who keeps you safe at night
and whispers to me softly
that it’ll be alright.

Yet jealousy is one thing
but nothing can be done.
Impossible to bring back
my loved and dearest mum.