Watching you grow,
Playing in the reeds,
Chasing one another,
Till the sun goes deep.
Come running my children
Into your mothers' arms,
Let me hold you tight,
Let me be enveloped,
In your unending love.
Day by day,
I can only sit here,
The brush barely held,
Adding the final strokes,
To our painting.
Mother and children,
I will never forget your love,
My tears are for you,
My final breath...only for you.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
